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Dreamsicles little girl. you wake to a new day drawn by the scent of love folding your form into my soft lap will you ever see past the pancake Sunday's with newspapers spread on the floor and cartoon comics marked in silly putty slapped on your arm like a badge little girl. as I hold you in my arms looking through the window at the flowers we planted yesterday I wonder did you feel the pain that sat back on the heels of my heart in wistful remembrance of a day when I was young and had dreams to float upon? can you know how the flowers grown thorns into my soul... as they pierce the places of sad remembrance and bring to light the things I didn't and never the things I did little girl. one day when the day is long and you wake before the sun rises flipping pancakes and spreading the Sunday paper all across the living room floor and you see your young daughter padding down the stairs and folding herself into your arms with a sweet morning kiss and you look outside and see the sunrise knowing it is another Sunday and Monday will follow and Tuesday will be the same and yesterday you used to walk in the fields of your dreams picking flowers and scattering their petals along your own pathway. |
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