I -- am with her right now
The small girl who lives in my heart's recess
And fills that beating palace with hope --
She sits in a patch of grass, just beyond,
In my mind's open meadow,
Singing to herself and picking blueberries
she puts in her pocket.
She counts clouds on purple-stained fingers
And giggles at the chickadee's song
Phoe-be! Phoe-be!
Forever six years old --
Sunlight tangles in her hair
As she twirls and fans her sundress,
plopping to the ground
Her laughter filling an innocent sky --
She is luminous
The love between us:
The deepest kind --
One of the biggest life lessons I learned was not to ignore my inner child. Say what you will, she is wiser than I am.