I wash my dirt stained hands,cover my bruised knees and go right back out to play.
Skipping rocks on top of the creek that I knew mommy told me not to play near.
The silent whispers of the water’s ripples talking to one another, calls my name.
She and I were friends, even then.
We would pretend to be princess in a kingdom far away.
The walls of the castle bulit by innocence.
Colors spilling out of the lines on the paper.
Life was crayola simple.
The hardest decision I had to make was whether not puppies can have pink spots.
Chalk sprinkled across the aparment parking lot.
Soon the rain came to wash away the chalk drawings.
The castle walls melted away just as easy.
Nothing was there to protect us when…