7 Years Old

Do you remember the music we made with our souls?
And how it sounded-oh sweet harmony,
Turning pages with our serene sighs.
Making us think of when all was well
And we played ball in the backyard.
Because we were in love,
With the sound of the bat and the glove,
And getting hit in the head with that small white ball.
But bruises always healed.
And it was okay.

Do you remember when there was sunshine on cloudy days?
Because we smiled when we wanted to,
And laughed just because.
We baked cookies in the kitchen with Mom,
Because we were in love,
With the shapes and the sprinkles,
And arguments over who got to lick the spoon.
We lost every now and then,
But sugar's bad for us anyway,
So it was all okay.

Do you remember when playing games was just a part of life,
And life wasn't all just a big game we're always playing?
We rolled down hills by the playground at recess.
And we were in love,
With riding down slides and climbing up trees,
And the monkey bars and tire swings.
Even when we fell and broke our wrist,
We knew it would be okay.

And we cried when we got hurt
We loved our fairy tales and story books
And chasing butterflies in the backyard
Next to the vegetable garden and marigolds and daisies
Attempts and cartwheels and yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, watch this!"
Because we knew everything's okay when we're 7 years-old and in love.

-Erika Rae.

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