Childs play

Mommy oh mommy I’ve falling for him.

Oh stop that dear child you’re only a kid.

But he loves me dear mommy and I do

love him so. Take your time child just

go with the flow. We dance and we

sing and we play in the dirt. When

I fall when with him, it just doesn’t hurt.

 We paint pictures of rainbows and

 flowers with some trees, and he said

when were older he would marry me.

 Oh dear child. My dear child the worlds

a great place. You will grow and grow

and find your own place, in this world all to

take make it great for yourself. Until then

slow down child your still only 8.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Those love affair of eight never leave us. I still remember the girl who tackle me at eight and gave me a big kiss. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote