Gathered together, under the Maple tree.
Count them, little freckled faced girls,
I see three.
Picked flowers in hand,
they connect them one by one.
Before you know it....
the daisy chains are done.
Upon their heads they place
their flowery crowns and
twirl with glee, dancing...those bubbling three.
Innocent joy, giggles accompanied by playful wiggles.
Summer sun, tickling breeze.
Memories made under the trees.
As they share the afternoon
playing games with each other,
they warmly tease.
This is not your memory
or experience, but you have some...
Maybe just one.
Remember the sweet days that belong just to you.
Build on that...daring to make
a memory
born from the happenings of this day.
Today is a great day to make a new start.
