Mind Set Go

I met a little girl yesterday.

Well, we didn’t officially meet.

We played in a puddle,

muddy water splashing our feet

Hers covered by sparkles,

wellies so perfect and neat.

Mine with treads hiding

some worn elderly feet.

For a moment in time

our years didn’t matter.

Names, introductions,

chatter to flatter.

Our dandelions floated

atop the spurious river,

rivulets lovingly daring to quiver.

For a moment in time

the world had stood still

as we bonded and wandered

down old Gilwell Hill.

Nancy Marie Farley Rice