Smile

The wisps of hair floating around her small face
The little girl held onto the fence
Overlooking the field of pasture
In the light of dusk
It looked like a sea of gold

Her eyes roamed the vastness
Closing her eyes
She pictured his face,
Grinning her favorite crooked smile
Her lips curved in delight

Climbing over the fence
She ran into the golden sea
The balmy air embracing her
Hair flying behind her
Running into the image of her sweet boy

She woke up, into reality
Curled around his frame
His arms held her gently
As he kissed her forehead
Looking up her lips curved with contentment
She gazed at her sweet boy
The boy with the crooked smile…