Although you didn't bring it up, but this poem brought to mind the many fantasies the very young retreat to where they can avoid being cast into an adult world that they have a difficult time understanding. Yout last stanza cinched that thought for me.
she'll be grown up
to smell the red roses
stare enchanted at the blue skies
laugh with joy and freedom
in love with life
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~