BABY LOVE LETTERS
 
when i talk to you i feel like a dumb little girl who
has been playing all the afternoon of eternity in a dirty
sandbox behind a forgotten farmhouse at the end of a dusty road. 
i look up and there is
this snotty little kid with grubby hands and really
cool sneakers who likes to build castles in the sand.
all i can do is giggle because all of the three
words i know would hold no useful meaning in this sandbox world. 
YET!  the grace of god shines down for a brief moment and I know that you speak giggle too.  we are off merrily to the creation of a perfect little world with the
sand in our hair and the sun glinting in our eyes and
the worry of what brought me to be alone in small
sandbox behind a dusty old image and what brought you
to appear out of seemingly thin air fades gently away
as our laughter fills the screen.
One day a blood red
curtain falls, allowing the final painted image to
resound in the sweet memories of all who have
watched the movie come to this quiet and glorious
ending.