I took pictures of you when you were small,
You looked adorable with your innocent smile;
Stars in your eyes and lucious sweet lips,
In a nature scene or just walking in a field.
Your hair pure brown and curly like mine;
Baby fine- strands waving in the wind,
I snap shots of you in unexpected moments,
Butterflies approaching your shoulder top.
Moments never slip away with you and me,
Mother and daughter and friends forever,
A sun glowing straight down at your body,
Creating a shadow on the cement pavement.
Legs so little and skinny running and walking,
Active; my daughter is so adventurous,
Arms so long waving at me as she runs;
Through a field of talking tulips and dandelions.
I run my index finger across the painting-
The paint is still freshly wet on my fingers,
Purple, blue in black and white photos,
A painting, I made and Accident in paint.
