Someone showed her drawings found in her mother's house.
Always a house
and a chimney
and a big tree on the west side
a tall one, in full bloom
with an expansive orchard on the south side
fruiting in season
grass lounging in green
birds flipping shadows in the breeze.
A little girl skipping out the front door,
coloring the sidewalk with her shadow
pigtails and skirts
billowing in tune with her singing.
She skipped, Skip to My Lou! She lived a fairy tale life after all.
This left me with such a sense of joy!
ReplyDeleteI knew that little girl once. I think she and I are the same person. Love this.
ReplyDeleteMemories of a happy childhood. Skip to my Lou, my darlin'.
ReplyDeletebirds flipping shadows in the breeze.
ReplyDeleteyes, i know this. i will look for this more often, now, with your gorgeous description conjuring up an unforgettable image.
I think we all lived that fairy tale life. I know I still do.
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