five

five is good
two days out

five means
mommy writes
you a story
all about you

she reads
to your class

they know
you're a
secret
superhero

(that's okay
you share
your new
cape with
all your
friends)

five means
sugar!

and waffles!

you eat your
body weight
in the stuff

you learn
to sew
with a
crosstich hoop

you get
to try out
your measuring
tape from
your tool set

but not the saw

that will have
to wait until
your brother
takes a nap

you use
your fancy scissors
everywhere

everywhere

everywhere

leaving zigzag
paper hands
and feet
in your wake

you rollerskate
around and
around

you didn't
know that
you could
do that
when you
were four
(it helps to
have a
cape)

and you read
your first book
of poetry
as you
collapse
into bed