What is this?

Am i walking in dreams?

For once i was but a young girl

Playing in the backyard,

Sitting on the picnic table my father built

Making mud pies with a sprinkle of lilac flowers from that tree over there,

In the corner

By the living room window.

The sweet lilac aroma would waft throughout our trailer when in bloom.

Oh, and how i would take flight out the door every morning

Feet ready to hit the cool grass, or ice skate

Depending the season.

Making forts with whatever debris we could collect and an old blanket mom did not mind getting messed.

Grass stains on skin

And dandelion glow under the chin.

Ice balls in hair and rosey cheeks aglow.

Yes, she is with me still,

That girl,

And she stops me sometimes to wonder,

To wander,

Reminding me how much I am

Everything and all.