kiradoodle
As she corralled herself into the corner with this year's yearbook, she sighed. She was happy this year was over, it had been a tough one. She was so ready for summer. For freedom. She smiled to herself, sighed again, and opened the book to revisit all the memories she had had in the past year.
Summer '11!
Forgetting you
Is not as simple
As one might think, it's true.
Forgetting you
Is not as easy
As I wish it was to do.
Forgetting you
Is not as effortless
As it is loving you.
The little boy's face was painted like a tiger. He loudly "Rawred" at me, and I laughed at him cheerfully. I scooped him up in my arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Sebastian!" I sang to him. "I love you too, mommy!" he giggled. This kind of simple happiness is my dream.