she's eight.
the girl never stops moving,
climbing the tarnished metal
of the jungle gym
wildly, limbs swinging,
eyes alight
with a childhood joy
I shed when I passed
the port of twelve,
thirteen.
she is knotted curls,
long silken hair
with infant-blond ends.
her fingers grab
her doll with the frizzy hair
and painted face,
and she's eager to win
hide-and-seek,
checkers,
Mario Kart.
I am old enough
to recognize
that she will not last this way,
that she will grow,
as all children do.
every time I see her,
she grows a little taller.
she no longer likes Dora,
I've learned,
and I guess she thinks
blowing bubbles
is too babyish now.
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MY FRIEND! Again I am SOOOO SORRY I thought you were my stalker! And instead you are really my best friend haha oh wow, so weird you used that name though, it freaked me out lol. anyways get to adding some photos, I know you have created some! and i know you can make a pretty page with all that design knowledge in your head!
Ha, I did it! Uploaded my fist set of brushes! Looked for soem like this and couldn't find them so here they are now...I have this great idea in my head for a REAL product.. man I wish I had more time!!!!