High atop the plastic slide

The little pilgrim stands.

Singing to the neighbors cat,

Directing with her hands

Small arms wave intently

Acknowledging the trees.

It’s obvious her audience

Is everything she sees.

Pointing to each pumpkin

Signaling their cue.

From what started as a solo

Does a trio now ensue.

Tiny hand cupped to her mouth

Hips swinging to and fro

Serenading dandelions

While passing autos slow.

Watching through the window

All I can do is smile

Though I know she must come in soon

Let the child sing awhile.

Too soon life will overtake her

With the burdens it can bring

Now she’s three and free and fabulous

Just let the child sing.

01/12/2003

Posted on 12/01/2017
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