Yellow paper CROWN on her head
Purple ribbon ’round her WAIST
Keenly AWAIT
Time for the playdate

Georg’ann

This trip, a necessary PAUSE
far away from daily habits
and the usual suspects.
Here we ADORN our days
with unhurried discoveries.

Impossible to AFFIX specific memories,
she will archive her own,
stored in an ATTIC hope chest
to AWAIT future reminiscence.

Today we built the past,
held sweetly in the future.
Though perhaps this day is more
like cotton candy, immediately dissolving.

Heather