Rolled down the hill
letting the grass tickle my bloodied knee.
The sting was so surreal mingling with tender grass tips
Leaving traces of myself
in the purest of places.
Maybe, just maybe
They must be where we belong,
together in these memories.
Can we coexist ?
Can we collaborate?
Climbing up the tree,
the scissors starting to smart in my hand,
slipping as I start to let go.
There drops one strand, then two.
I’m transforming before the sunrise.
Will you recognize me?
Does it even matter?
I’m yours,
little one in my memory.
Are you proud of who you became?
Did you expect to become so much more?
We are the same person;
we’re one in our blood, our curls,
our passions.
We share the most intimate memories and the utmost honesty.
I hope you’re proud of us.
We’ve come so far,
reached the farthest of stars, but still can’t be stopped from climbing in trees.
10 responses to “Still Climbing Trees”
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Thank you so much ! So many memories spilled out of me writing this 😂 hope you have a great week, Maria . Thank you for commenting and reading 💘 and connecting
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