She went running through tall fields of barley
Pulling wild daisies up in her hands
She has five years of glorious sunshine
In a world I doubt she understands
But she comes up with magical theories
And she sees what adults rarely do
She memorizes all that holds beauty
Each aroma, sensation and hue
And she lays when she finally tires
On the one sandy patch in the lot
Seeking pictures in soft clouds of cotton
And she counts all the flowers she got.
Then she breaks all the stems from the flowers
And throws them all down at her side
And covers her belly in daisies
'neath the flower quilt she likes to hide.
When I tell her, it's time to go home now
She pouts with her Hollywood ham
And she sits up halfway for a moment
And exclaims - "But I already am!"
How I wish I could see things like she does
All the smiles that the world has to share
Not a moment of worry or panic
Wild flowers strung all through her hair.
As we walk home, she tells me a story
About the dragons she saw in the sky
And how someday she'll get to the castle up there
Where she heard that the angels all fly
Then as we make it back to the front porch
And she shake all the dirt from her clothes
She places a flower in my hair
For a moment I feel what she knows.
copyright 02-05-02 Laurie E. Bell -- All Rights Reserved
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