Blue Skies Invited Us To Play

Blue skies invited us to play.
White clouds whispered our name.
The warmth of the sun on our face and hands.
The smell of Spring carried softly on the breeze.
I close my eyes and we are together again.
Your hand in mine--so soft and so young.
Your baby-blonde hair.
A giggle, a hug, a soft "I love you."
I turn for a moment
And you are grown.
Blue skies invitws us to play
White clouds whispered our name.