Dust and Daydreams
The sun remembers,
warm rays, pink face.
Hands held with Daddy,
grass, virescent, nudging
tender skin, as curls
blow in the wind.
Chilly nights, sweaters and hugs.
Lights glow as newspapers crinkle.
The knife slices through as soft,
little, fingers wait excitedly to
scoop out the insides.
Candle in as the gleam in the kitchen
dies and knocks on the door draw us outside.
Grey skies and tumbling
crystals sting as strong
hands create a frosty masterpiece
to peals of excited laughter
floating in the air.
Sheets tucked in, stories and kisses.
Hands, loving and kind end the day with a flick.
And the moon rises as the sun
falls through the sky.
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