The wind blows slowly
Caressing my cheek as I duck to avoid the world’s watching eyes
A smile pulls at my lips as I look at the slowly drying grass
So many memories flood my aging mind
I tuck a light curl behind my ear with a giggle from years ago
I remember a time when I believed in fairies
I was so small and young
Carefree and happy
I look up now
To the sun glowing up above
White wisps float through the sky
Providing a cool in the summer heat
I spin around
My loose dress flowing around me
I breathe in the air
It smells sweet
Like lilac and roses
Somewhere nearby
I hear the squeal of children
And I am transported back in time
I am in this exact spot
Laying in the bright green grass
In my Sunday dress
The clouds up above invite me to see shapes in them
I hear my mother calling me
‘it’s time to go’
She says
I skip to her
The loose fabric moving with each bounding step
Then off I go
Into the world
Into things that I don’t quite know
But I dream to.