An all girls luncheon. The first one in nearly ten years.
We pretended to have a beach day in the jacuzzi
that I grew up pretending to be a mermaid in.
A hawk at rest. That morning, while practicing yoga in the yard,
I watched as he flew lazy circles in the sky.
Me, my childhood hero, his legacy.
In the bedroom I grew up in, we had a slumber party
that made me feel like I was sixteen again. In a good way.
No comments:
Post a Comment