Do you know what it's like
To be ten
And carry everything
Of meaning-
Every type of love
You could ever fathom
Or imagine
Or even recall
Having experienced -
In a purse
With you
Shiny butterfly clips
Lady bug springs
Glitter wings
Taken away
While you slept.
Never to return.
Except
In a distant memory
A childhood
Vignette
In the visage
Of a mind
That has grown
To be so sad.
But only from
Time to time.
