Photo from Storing Up Treasures.
Remember when I twirled
in pink poof
smeared with mud,
earthworms gingerly in each fist?
Staring into the bearded sky
I saw princes, dragons, and tiaras
that sparkled like
my eyes.
Jumped. Skipped. Ran. Soared.
Now I wear white poof
and walk,
not down the sidewalk past creamsicle cats,
but down the aisle past friends and family.
Smile. Tear. Kiss. Dance.
On pink daisy petals
to my prince,
his chiseled chin
and auburn curls
and happily ever after.
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