I remember being little. When I was gentle with my words And with the things my hand would hold. The way my cheeks would rose up from the cold.
Little fingers, little feet. Sweet smiles,snuck a treat. Laughter and play. Feeling safe in every way.
Seeing only the best in everybody. Trusting everyone who came by. Being held and needing a cuddle. Splashing in a rain puddle. Hearing, everything will be alright.
Being a princess is an actual occupation. Thinking your parents arenβt scared of anything. Believing in things that cannot be believed. Having an imagination completely unperceived.