Six years old and

just learning to twirl into

sweet oblivious scented morning

pixie dust wonders in

the icicles falling on her hair

It's time to play

she laughs as daddy dearest

washes away his troubles in

too much of that stuff

that she isn't suppose to touch

and when it's rainbow glory

everythings right

(exept the time)

because she's school girl beauty

with nursery rhyme poetry

spinning too fast

till she falls face first

into a childhood lost

and she's

pressing rewind.