Old Spiced Memories

An appealing lime green
and a beckoning dark yellow,
They flicker in the night
We dart around,
Catch them in jars.

No pictures in the books
Imagine Lions and Kings
As Enya's concert lulls the backdrop
Easing my mind, drifting to sleep.

6am
"Good morning, Punkin'"
He's off to work
With doubled socks and torn leather boots.

Weekends are
Fresh ironed buttermilks
Daddy's special recipe
Dunk me in The Maple Tree.

Record my play time
"Shapoo" and "Crlrs"
Attack like cheetahs before dinner
Tickle fights shortly follow sandwiched eggs
While watching Alice in our Wonderland.

Two years old,
It'd never end
Fascinate me with hunted squirrels,
Fishing t rips to Harold's.

Three years old
It'd never end
Old spice against daddy's kisses
Happy with my Superman.

Four yeas old
Don't know what happened
Raped of the superhero
Never expecting
this many tears to be shed.