It was a fun day,
childhood memories were being made.
My happiness showing across my face.
So many questions I had,
so many I asked.
I see pink.
Another fun-filled day.
Dad made my favorite dinner.
My excitement was bubbling.
I guess to them it was troubling.
I see pink.
Today was rainy.
I went outside.
I think I'm in trouble.
She yells "Get inside!"
She had almost gotten my hair dried.
I can tell she is annoyed.
I see pink.
They didn't care about the smile on my little face.
I guess they couldn't keep up with my pace.
I see pink.
I want it now.
I barely even begin to ask,
she is headed to the cabinet.
Plastic shot glass.
Two tablespoons later,
I see pink.
Dream, dream, dream.
Off to sleep.
Thanks for the pink.
A three year old girl who gets a thrill from fairytales.
They say I have to much energy for someone so little.
All they want is for me to sit still.
So they pour me some more Benadryl.
I see pink.