Sweet whispers
to my soul
Sweet Surrender

 

I remember when you

were 8

we chased fireflies and

made mud pies

Laced dandelions around

our necks and wrists

We picked wildflowers in the

April showers, and we twirled

round and round till we all fell down

and our only thoughts were

“tag you’re it,” then

we’d run screaming through

the neighborhood, our playground

I smile when I think of  you

were 8

we chased fireflies, and made mud pies, and laced dandelions around our wrists!