wishesondandelionswithyoureyesclosed
I miss the days of holding up fingers to tell
my age, and not even being able to count yet. I miss
bonding over shared crayons. And when the hardest part of
my day was consoling friends over flushed goldfish, or being
forced into a time out because of the mud covering my dress and
dead leaves tangled in my hair.
But overnight, it seems that I've run out of
fingers. That no one knows how to share anymore.
Now instead of goldfish and front teeth, my
friends are losing their hearts and families.
And suddenly I'm afraid that no pinky swears
of forever friends or ice cream sandwiches are going
to be enough to save them. Ever again.
But if you need someone to push you on the
swings, or roll down hills with as your world is
breaking apart...I'll be there. And if the
nightmares keep you awake tonight, I'll tuck you in.
Because you're my friend.
And I love you.
And this is all I know to do.
(Lil sheeps gonna be okay.
She's got that something.)