queenofwords

The past, a smile, the sun. Crawdads, mud pies, fat logs. Flowers, tall trees, we run. Swing-sets, berries, big dogs. Childhoods, other lives, Long dead, but still bright-- No, not dead, but all gone-- No, not gone... But tucked in-- Tucked in, that child I once was... Safe with her Rainbow Brite sheets, Forevermore, she sleeps. Who I am, from my past, for future. Memories, blend with me, with my now. I still swing, I still smile--never climbed trees-- They're too high, that won't change-- Nor will the essence of I. I live this day like there is a tomorrow-- And like there was a yesterday. All the shes that will ever be in