Loudly I remember "la condenada muchacha" spilling screams in stores for new crayons you never denied.
I learned how to jump rope, tie my shoes, read, color in the lines, and reject naps at four.
Today I am four again, wearing the curls you tempered and the laugh you never gated.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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