We play with bright yellows,
Oh, my spirit child,
Your smile innocent
Revamps my heart!
And I tell you stories,
Those you love so much,
We hum favorite melodies,
And repeat after poets,
You amaze me with stories
Never thought of before,
Formative years, childhood,
Fearless, creativity flourishes!
Image of myself, reflected
But way back in time, sweet!
I’ve cried downpours,
Shaking in your name,
Cause I know your essence
Won’t remain unscathed.