The Girl in the Lavender Dress

A young girl plays in the warm sunlight.

Tag, you're it.

Running, Laughing, Living.

Hours pass.

Like all children, the girl in the lavender dress is restless.


The cool breeze sets in as the girl reaches for lightening bugs.

She fills her jar with flickering hope.

Proud of her accomplishment,

she goes to rest by the fire.

It illuminates her innocent face.

She knows no evil,

She is safe in the yard.

Soon enogh she'll be out in the world.

Still running

Still restless

Still giving her all.

And the lavender dress, 

the game of tag,

the lightening bugs,

and the feeling of safety,

will all be faint memories.


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