She had a beautiful smile
And eyes that drove me wild.
She was of a different race
But I just loved her face.

When my own kind dissed me
My girlfriend she would be.
She seemed to read my mind
And she always to me kind.

Braids of three with bows;
A yellow dress that flowed;
Dimpled broad grin I knew;
And a heart that was true.

Moon-bow gleaming in day.
Making me feel her OK.
Seeing what they could not.
Not caring what they thought.

Child-like innocence so grand
Was this special little friend.
Little though only in stature
Because to me she was mature.

Me like that the way you write hows it hanging your looking good man your friend Koolaid

Nice work Roy.

The child-like innocence really sparkles.

Having a great day. glad to see you are back.

Thank you, James. It is a good feeling when we can capture a feeling of a past memory.

nice read Roy