Lila Sea Poem by Susan Lacovara

She is but a pint sized child in my mind
Chasing ice cream trucks and dragonflies
Stumbling in the swirl of her yellow skirt
The Spring breeze her only compass

She looks for kittens to bring home
And catches tadpoles in a jar
Lets a song out on a kite string
And danced when she sees the stars

She has lips of watermelon moistness
A face of fresh cream mixed with freckles
Skinny legs and some times skinned knees
No planned direction for her many dreams

Pulling weeds she sees as flowers
Naming trees thought to be friends
Scooping sunbeams to carry in her memory's pocket
Walking over bridges to her castle created

Never is a day too long or a night too short
There is no clock that guides her steps
Under a blissfully blue sky wide
The world awakes when she arises