COTTON CANDY

© Gloria Smith 2011

Pink cotton candy melts sugar sweet 

Upon my tongue and I am young again 

I pull off wispy powder puffs to eat

Then lick my sugar sticky fingers clean

I am a child again, a child of ten

I look up at Daddy's face

And he smiles down at me

He walks at my pace 

The pace of small little legs

Grown tired from playing on slides

And swings, and playground things

He takes my moist, sticky little hand in his

He understands what love is

On a hot summer's day 

While children play and squirrels scamper

Love is Daddy's great big hand

A pink cotton candy smile

A pink cotton summer dress

The park decorated with spring flowers

And hours spent playing in the sun

Water fountains and hot summer fun

With cotton candy, snow cones and Daddy

Though he's gone now I still relive those days

I think of them with joy and always will

Glo