Today I can write the happiest lines,

I can write ‘the cotton clouds lazily cross the sky.’

The hot wind tugging playfully at my hair and skirt.

Through days like this, I rolled in the grass

I’d come home dirty and stained and my mom would yell at me.

I’d hang out with all of my friends,

We lived such carefree lives with nar a worry in sight.

Sometimes I look back and wish I’d never left.

We sang such silly songs the animals would laugh

Sometimes I wonder if they remember who I am

We could never be kept still for very long

Today I could write the happiest lines.