As I waddled through unmowed grass,
just this side of brand-new...
Fresh eyes drank in colored blooms;
soaking up the morning dew.
Grabbing at every thing that moved;
giggling with joy when it flew.
The morning seemed so magical.
The earth felt warm, winds blew.
My mom would dress me all in frills;
optimistic I'd stay clean.
The tomboy in me chose to wallow;
Mom and her unrequited dreams.
The sun was getting stronger
and the fragrances smelled sweet.
My first glimpses of the day,
were in such a quick retreat.
A bright red flash caught my eye...
roses growing up the vines.
Stumbling towards them to grab a bunch,
Mom called me inside... "Lunch!"
***The thorns could wait***
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