In high school, I was never one of those kids who made flash cards for her tests. One girl in my class did for a long time, and I'd use hers sometimes, but I've never had the patience to actually make them myself (not unless they were for extra credit, and sometimes not even then).
...in my eye makeup.
...if I'm doing something incredibly, incredibly wrong.
((I realize that this is two in a row...
It nestles on my windowsill
Almost
Maybe
As if it belongs there
My imagination toys with the idea it presents
Runs wild
Free
Picturing my daredevil escape
Open the window
Climb down the tree
Take off across the grass
Barefoot
Do not stop
No
Stopping is for quitters
I don’t quit
I never quit
The wind snatches at my hair
A tangled mess now
But I don’t mind at all
I’m free
I’m in Spain now
Italy
Morocco
Tibet
I’m not stopping
No
Stopping is for failures
I don’t fail
It sits outside my window
Beckoning me
Calling me
This branch of the old magnolia
Whispering adventure to my curious mind
But no
I shut the window
And take the stairs
Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.
~Jackie
A curly-haired girl in twirling skirts
Dancing around the room
Her mother’s pearls around her neck
She trips in her high-heeled shoes
A lilting laugh met with hearty grin
Her father takes her in his arms
He spins with her around the house
His little girl with all her charm
“Dance with me, Daddy, I’m only four;
You’ll have me for years to come.
I’ll be your darling, your princess, your world
While we wait for my Prince to come.”
Sixteen years old with freckled skin
Sitting in front of the mirror fair
Her grandmother’s bracelet around her wrist
She pins up her auburn hair
A timid smile met with nostalgic eyes
Her father pulls her into an embrace
He waltzes with her around the room
While they wait on her prom date
“Dance with me, Daddy, I’m leaving you fast;
Just look at how much I’ve grown.
But I’ll still be your darling, your princess, your world,
While we wait for my Prince to come.”
Somber blue eyes with smudged mascara
Tears stain her cheeks and hands
Her grandpa’s blanket swaddling her form
She tries her best to understand
A broken heart met with loving arms
Her father pulls her up from the floor
He gently sways her in the comfort of silence
He knows how she hurts and more
“Dance with me, Daddy, I’m torn all apart,
And all I can think to do is run.
I may still be your darling, your princess, your world,
But I really thought he was the one.”
Softly he rocks her, his dear baby girl,
He pushes her hair behind her ears.
His t-shirt marked with his daughter’s pain
His shoulder wet with her tears.
A loving visage looks on sorrowful face
It hurts him to see her this way
And knowing inside what all fathers feel
He takes this chance to say,
“I’ll dance with you, angel, my sweet little girl,
I’ll never let you go.
You’ll forever be my darling, my princess, my world,
And I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
A grown-up beauty in snowy white
Her smile lights up the room
Her mother’s pearls around her neck
She slides on her high-heeled shoes
A radiant face met with teary eyes
Her father wraps her in a hug
She kisses his cheek and wraps her arms round his neck,
Her father, whom she loves
“Dance with me, Daddy, before you give me away,
To my Prince who you know loves me true.
But know that I’m still your darling, your princess, your world,
And know that I’ll always love you.”
Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.
~Jackie
