Poem submission by Kathy Short
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I don’t know what I wanna say or do.
I don’t even know what I want to be tomorrow,
But I know I want to be like you.
The way that you talk or the way that you walk
Aren’t that important to me.
It’s the kindness and love and strength that you bring
To everyone you meet.
If I am a doctor, a lawyer, a sailor,
A basketball player or vandal or tailor:
It wouldn’t matter to me, the things that I do,
As long as I did them like you.
If I have kids of my own, one day down the road,
I will teach them how to have fun.
They will run around, jump off of things,
Playing all day in the sun.
But when it is dark and clouds shield the light,
They will run inside to me,
And I will be like you, I will teach them
All the things my mom taught me.