Little Bird, Yet Again
Published in
Oct 14, 2023
Time stops as you sleep
No bigger, hair no longer, no more loose teeth, only to be replaced by something out of place
in a little girl’s body.
If only we could dream together
Experience my childhood with color and feel
more than stories
Running through a field
Sloshing through a creek, turning over rocks,
under which we find slimy treasures.
Desk drawers full of stickers and pencils,
throwing nothing away
for fear of what it might mean to us
one day.
I wish I could fall asleep next to you
and watch you rebuild my broken passion
for life.
American writer
