The sun blasts through the window.
Hazy rays of light illuminating
Through the translucent pink curtains.
Specks of light fall through green leaves and little eyelids.
Little legs run through fresh-cut greens.
Silky grass grazes through little toes and tickles little armpits.
The warm air kisses the tips of little foreheads and flat noses.
“Weeeeee,” yells Prince Charming as he slides down the yellow slide
That will take him to the Fire-Breathing Dragon:
A test he must past before he can rescue Princess Peach.
“Cha-Ching” goes the lemonade stand. “Splish-Splash” in the pool all day long.
And in one blink of an eye, the little legs run off to school for the first time, ever.
The sun blasts through the window,
Leaking through magenta curtains –
The ones with glitter and girly assortments.
Shadows cast on boy-band-covered walls,
Revealing the horrid of a mess from yesterday’s first make-up run
Dirty, brown makeup wipes on the dresser and uncleaned brushes.
Strips of light shine through the window on to hot pink Hannah Montana sheets.
The active legs run down the stairs into the backyard,
Glittery pink eyelids squinting underneath a lavender hat that reads:
I LOVE JUSTIN BEIBER
Walking down aisles of clothes, trying on new dresses that rumple-rumple with every move.
Flick, flick goes the red nail brush,
Coating manicured fingernails and pedicured toenails.
And in one blink of an eye, the adolescent legs run off to high school for the first time, ever.
The sun glares through the white curtains –
The ones with the floral décor.
Its disgusting brightness pierces through the tired eyes of a restless teenager.
And on the counter are polaroid pictures of friends,
Scratched out faces of frenemies, and encircled hearts of cute boys.
A bracelet catches light and shines like gold,
Bestowing promises of love and life.
As backpacks swing onto broad shoulders
And aching arms from yesterday’s rowing practice
Carry heavy books to summer classes,
The hours pass by like centuries, a voice speaking at the front of the class.
Something about Ernest Rutherford? Or was it “Earn this rusted Ford?”
“Ring-Ring,” goes the bell as the teenagers throw their papers,
“Crunch, wrinkle,” deep into the black hole at the bottom of their backpacks.
Was it the beautiful summer air that warmed all these stolen moments?
From the stolen kiss from a boy who said, “I love you,”
To the Lana del Ray sing-alongs.
And in one blink of an eye, they throw their caps into the air,
First time to be whisked away to new dorms and the Land of No Parents, ever.
The sun glares through the blinds, white and monotone.
Slightly bent, but not that broken from last Friday night.
The half empty beer bottle sits beside an e-invitation, as they laugh in pity at
The pile of returned grades beside a break-up note.
Rays of light illuminate from the curtains with the floral designs and
The familiarity hits of waking up in that old room with boy-band-covered walls.
Old memories of the warm summer air that used to kiss little foreheads and flat noses.
The warm air peaked its head out from behind the tree of leaves
Ran to greet its old friend, kissed the tip of a familiar forehead.
Once again, what lasted for only one blink ended,
As the suitcases rolled to the airport, belts got buckled,
And grumpy grown-ups got whisked away to Adult-Land.
The first time they’d wished to go back to the time of translucent pink curtains, ever.
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