Another day of sun. Flowers
blooming under a clear blue sky like
children’s eyes.
Dazzling the little toddler on the swing.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy she sings. Heart
full of warmth and gratification,
grinning under the clear blue
heaven.
If life is a river of memories, would it take me in the direction I want to go. Or would I become
jaded from my journey, and
kneel by the riverbed
listening to yesterday’s favorite songs. I sing along.
May every hummingbird find it’s flower,
never to shower unsheltered in the rain.
Or may every little girl find her
place in the world,
quite the ordinary or going on thrilling adventures to battle great beasts. They could be walking the
road less taken, or ebbing with the flow.
Some days I lament the
time spent in ball pits laying
under rainbow ocean balls, for they made me too distinct, whimsical, and hard to ignore.
Voices of my childhood speak to me, and I reply
when children’s eyes become emblems of loneliness, I tell her. The
Xs and
Ys of life will teach you to live. Yet the
zebras dancing flamenco, distinct, whimsical, and hard to ignore. Will still appear in your dreams
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