we twirled and we danced
she led, I followed as best I could
as memories burst forth
from childhood
in the days that turned into mirrors
when life was full of innocence
of daisy chains & training bras
hopscotch & hula hoops
can we ever recall the steps
that have been
erased by worn out saddle shoes
can we embrace
how nothing mattered
& everyday
was a passion play
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lovely 😉
Thanks VC! 🙂 Ditto!
so redolent! having a 12-year-old i have it in my own memories and in her present. and in your lines, that dance, now.