Oct 08, 2006 14:37
before there was four
with brilliant hazel eyes
singing about butterflies
in a playpen
below the mountain
standing still
with the tiny baby pointer
extended fully with natures beauty on the end
before there was four
with braided brown ropes
following papa with his shovel
flipping cowpies
digging by the side of the dirt road
for the wiggly creatures
that we would use to catch
more wiggly creatures with
before there was four
licking the beaters and bowles
tasting the frosting
and feelinga the fluffy hugs
and being looked at
with soulful
love
before there was four
laying on my back
in my jammies with sticks and dirt in my hair
with 15 puppies licking my face and tugging my hair
before there was four
there was a child
before there was four
there was innocence
ignorance
blis