A blink through time

Her head too heavy to move
She lies awake,
Tiny body flightless
She dreams of what she’ll make.

Small form developing
Her eyes staring at the sky,
Tucked in her mother’s arms
She can all but sigh.

Growing up and up
Until suddenly she’s there,
Grass tickling her feet and a clear blue sky
Should she dare?

Of course, every adventure must have a start.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Kijo says:


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    1. sarahscrazymind says:

      Thank you! 🙂

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