The time is fast approaching, clinging to every fleeting moment
While the joy is still so abundant, still so pure
Plays with dolls, tells silly jokes, questions everything
Laughs hard, loud and often
Climbs trees, doorways, rocks
Always planning, plotting, working
NYC to CZM to OBX
My travel buddy, museum docent, trailblazer
Kitchen chemist, delightful dancer, master minecrafter
Books. Stacked everywhere, 3, no 4, snuck, tucked under her pillow
Books. Checks out no less than 6, finishes all in three days
Books. You stayed up how late finishing that one?
Sings. All. The. Time. Stop. No, please don’t ever.
Her motto: “Why haven’t I _____ and when will I?”
No fear, no fear, no fear.