free write

Her hair was the color of the wheat at sunset
and it kissed her shoulder blades as she crossed the street in slow totery moments.
She is as shiny as a new penny in the sun light.

I remember when looking both ways before we stepped on pavement was the most dangerous thing we had to worry about.
I remember when ice cream could cure anything.
I remember when we would tell stories through the scariest of thunderstorms.
Leaving all of our dreams tucked between the covers of your queen size bed.

You were a mother sooner than we both thought.
She will always wake to your face bright and open just as I did.