The World Through Prismatic Glasses

“When I grow up,”
I say
From too-tall counters, unfair portions, summer bedtimes.

When I grow up,
I hope
For friends, a car, no one ever telling me, “No.”

When I grow up,
I think
Promises will be kept, rules followed; the world blacks and whites.


Grown up,
I see
Crumb-filled countertops, imperfect pieces, little sleep.

Grown up
I wish
For friends, fewer expenses, parents’ good advice.

Grown up
I learn
People are human, rules bend; the world….

Is rainbowed

I take a crayon and draw my mind:
Greening forest,
Glittering sky,
And a yellow tent,

Glowing from within.


Carrot Ranch Literary Society Prompt
Cindy Chen

18 thoughts on “The World Through Prismatic Glasses

  1. Liz H August 5, 2018 / 8:43 pm

    Your yellow tent, worn with experience, colored by hopes and dreams!

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  2. howikilledbetty August 5, 2018 / 9:27 pm

    Thatโ€™s lovely – and so true … Oh to start all over again and appreciate ones youth and the untroubled lives we had … x

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  3. Charli Mills August 8, 2018 / 11:01 pm

    A great juxtaposition of perspective from what a child wants to what an adult learns. Yet I love the last act of the adult taking the crayon and acknowledging a rainbow world.

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