Somewhere inside her and I there are children
They rise to the surface when our eyes meet
She only wants to play when I’m around
Wide eyed curiosity fills her welcome soul
It takes only a word and she grips my hand
She can’t push herself on the swing
She can’t play paddy cake with the wall
She needs me to pull the wagon
To take her to the field of daisies
Only I know the way
We dance in the strawberry fields
Lay in the cool grass as the sky rushes overhead
My soul is her rest, my mind her solace
When she looks inside me she smiles
The book of my heart is open to her favorite fairy tale
She dare not stay too long
For the sun will always set and the snow will always fall
All too soon it’s cold and black
All too soon the clouds will bring the rain of her tears
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