My little piggies are loose
Does anyone know where they are?
They are small little girls
10 in all, won’t cause any harm
They slipped out through a hole
In the netting wall
Always desire to runaway free
In a meadow with grass tall
Plush and green
Maybe some violets
Creating a pretty scene
Run through some mud
When no one is looking
Like a little girl
Scared of a whooping
To be free to run through
Mud puddles
No one to care
No one claiming
My mind is muddled
I recall a time
Running through puddles
Right after a rain
With my pup, Cuddles
Earthworm smells
Crawling through the
Thick humid air
Grass and snails
Tangled in my hair
Though is was nasty
I didn’t care
Gales of laughter
Vapored in the air
Mom was mad
Made me take a bath
Cuddles had one too
We endured her wrath
In my mind’s eye
I hold on to that little girl
With her little toes
And her hair in curls
She rescues me
When I need a break
A vacation from life
A brain escape
Stress is too high
I find ways to let go
Imagination never left me
As I grow old
My mind is full of colors
Needing to shine
To paint the sky
Time after time
Even when I leave
This world behind
I will continue to paint
I will leave some signs
Signs I was here
And that I am happy
I have gone to a place
Where I get to be crafty
Coming back down to earth
As I intend to live
I am not giving up
I have much more to give
I have colors to share
And flavors to create
More mud to run
More havoc to make
by Renee Robinson
