The red rouge on her cheeks
was christened like the Spring
running wild this toddler
so fresh faced
her tiny legs like twigs
moving madly she
was giddy to be running
in front of Daddy
she ran toward me like a dream
unafraid
of anything in front of her
just going as fast as she could
as she approached I saw
her jet black hair laying on her head
as smooth as her face
pure innocence
not even kindness could touch her
because she did not know even
what it was to not be kind
this was time to play in the mud
Spring is here
it is time to run!
I think of my own life
compared
in my thick grey jacket
trudging in old blue jeans
my only motivation is coffee
and here is this child
shining like the sun.
The clock has ticked and tocked
on my face
small wrinkles might appear
where smiles have been
where angry faces were drawn in silence
where tears were wept
where fists were pumped
where exasperated sighs once filled my lungs
now there is silence
and the sound of birds singing.
Leaves are glistening
gleaming in the bright white sunlight
blink twice you need to.
It is time for movement.