I arrived in the woods.
A giant swing,
Daringly hangs between two trees
Surfing with mom.
Her kids arrive with their
Innocence and blushed cheeks.
Their smiles make you question
The kids take their turns
But only anticipation.
They smile in blunt conversation
Holding onto their memories
Of what's to come.
As each kid takes their turn
The earth tilts slightly closer to warmth.
A white canvas sits in the distance
Between the river on the east
And the cows on the west.
Yellow turns to orange,
Blue becomes lavender,
And we become one.
She grabs me by my hand
And I lose my breath.
I gasp for reassurance
But her touch numbs any questions.
Her love resembles the creature with
There is nothing she wouldn't do for you.
We walk through the pine needles
And I ignore the small scratches
Because for the first time,
We use a kaleidoscope to search
For our destination
And fall, lost in freedom.
She walks me east of the river
To a dramatic forest and canvas.
For the first time, I feel tall.
Paint my child, paint.