Bonsai

On my way,

every morning,

I watch

this little girl

enjoy her walk

on her mom’s shoulder.

She starts her play

with the morning breeze,

Often

shaking her head,

just to feel the air

under her hair.

On her way along,

She bursts into laughter

as if this morning breeze

shared a joke,

only with her, and

then settles into

a coy smile.

At times,

She demands her choice:

a little gentle,

my friend,

moving her hair

back from her face.

Every morning,

I walk along

only to watch

her playfulness

with her

morning friend.

Every morning,

I wish she remains

the same —

Innocent, and

bonsai

at heart.