Suitcases

I used to be excited when the suitcases

Were brought out.

It meant a new experience.

I didn’t ask for this new of one.

I used to be excited for Christmas

When the stockings were hung

It meant Santa would come.

I didn’t ask Santa for my life to change.

I used to complain about how packed the house was

With all my siblings and my dad

It meant I’d have to yell a lot for things

I didn’t mean I want that to change

I used to want a lot of things

Or get excited over certain ones

But now I just wanna be young

With my mom happy

And maybe not my dad being apart of it.