She teaches me the wonders of childhood, all over again. This little girl that lays beside me on an old brown and white blanket, in the emerald green grass of spring.
We watch the clouds go by, in this beautiful sky of blue. Silver-white clouds in the shape of nothing, but in the shape of everything.
We lay there for hours, she and I, the blazing orange-red sun tanning our already tanned skin.
Then she gets up and runs to her red sandbox, the one with the purple cover. Just to make me a castle, I the queen, she the princess.I think she loves me, and I her.
It's time to go in now it's almost dark. The pinkish-blue sky of dusk is here, but she wants to stay out "just a little bit longer." We have to catch fireflies. She runs the yard, chasing the yellow light, not catching, just chasing. Not a care in the world, cerulean blue eyes smiling while she laughs. The creamy peach skin, rosy in the cheeks from playing, to be that free again.
I wish I could, I'm glad she can.
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