Summer Solstice

a poem on remembering

Soft curls tousle
gently against cheeks,

sun-kissed, standing
among green grass
tickling her tiny toes.

Dressed in color and innocence,

fearless

of outcomes, 
mistakes.

"I am proud of you," I tell her,
tears streaming down
my gemstoned cheeks

Isn't it obvious?

That's you, I think.

It's been awhile
since I've said hi.

When I take time,
hold you in my mind,

I realize

We both can stand,
toes tickled,
among the wildflowers,

and sing.