Her braids behind her head
flew with the steady breeze.
She rode her bike on her block
and she would climb trees.

Her bare feet were covered in dirt
wearing her checkered brown dress.
She would eat ice cream on her porch
and she had hope for the best.

She had a creative imagination
playing in all different ways.
Playing with dolls and dirt
would occupy her days.

She is grown up now
and if you look in her eyes
you will see it is me
and how time flies.