Okay to Cry

When it was okay to cry
friendships lasted forever,
and boys punched you to
show you they cared,
dreams consisted of ponies
and roses and nightmares
were the monsters under the bed,
school consisted of at least
two recesses and a roomful
of friends,
your daddy was your hero
and your mom was still your friend
when life was simple and
laughter came easy,
pain was rare and it
was okay to cry.