old tire not swinging, and barren trees casting
reluctant shadows over barely-white-snow.
But as she ran out into the backyard,
my daughter saw visions of magic—charms
only she could discover on that hallowed ground.
And I stood in my kitchen that day
awed by the beauty of a restless little girl searching—
finding treasures in the world she had created.
Blissfully unaware that magic is just an illusion,
she transformed herself into a princess,
mapped out her kingdom, and invented all sorts
of bizarre creatures over which she would rule.
I had the cumbersome chore of washing dishes,
yet lost myself in the fullness of that moment.
As night’s fog moved in, she returned to the house,
whistling a magical tune—one of the treasures
she found that day in her backyard kingdom.
written for Kellie’s Free-Write Friday prompt based on the cover of her new book