Well, the last stanza doesn't really rhyme, but that's okay. You know, I never thought boys had cooties. I think I missed that phrase of a little girl's life. I loved this poem. It's going in my favorites, because those were the days. Reading it brought me eleven years back in time. My favorite part was this stanza:
"when a kiss could heal a cut
and a hug could heal a bruise
when being mature was dumb
and immaturity was all we knew"
I loved the last two lines the best. Wonderful poem. 5/5