I answer the door and see
this junior mint of a girl standing
there bright and smart, full of delight
in her green dress. Give me four
boxes of thin mints I tell her
and she politely tells me how much
and who to write the check to.
I glance at her in her sash and ribbons,
her hair just right, her eyes shining
with tomorrow, happy with the day
she is in. I want to keep her like that,
forever young and beautiful,
untouched by trouble and life, but
I know I can't. No one can. I savor
the moment though and inhale
the beauty that can exist in a world
gone mad. She takes the cookies from
the parent who walks with her
and hands them to me. Thank you,
she says and they go down the steps
to the next house. I take the cookies
inside and pour a cold glass of milk.
A small happiness is a good thing.
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Exactly! Brings to mind a friend's daughters, who occasionally visit our stitching group. And reminds me of Jane and precisely how I felt when she was that age.
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