And just for thought...
Making my way home after a day of Good Mornings and Good Afternoons,
back to a home where dreams are coddled
and wishes are born on the tales of a little girl's smile.
I make my way back home to that den we created
where the colors burn bright, where my little girl dances with princes.
Back where her stories are created, her joy is nurtured,
and we're set free through beaded curtains.
Making my way home after a day full of fake smiles and forced laughter,
to a home where love is in Kraft dinners and served on paper animal plates of gold.
Back to a home where the world is only ours,
stuffed animals and one black puppy are our only court.
Making my way home to butterfly wings and rock star dreams,
back to where she is, back to where we are,
and nothing can stand against a force such as us.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.