She is seven years old and
every day she goes outside to play.
Like a fairy, she scans the
ground for treasures.
What will she find today?
A rock with a silver lining.
The pedal of a pink rose.
The feather of a baby bird.
A leaf from the orange tree.
Whispers from the dandelion flower.
Blue mermaid glass.
A magical sparkle the size of
a tiny seed.
All these items she holds
like treasures in her hand.
She cusps these gifts that she
will soon give to her mother.
The sand on the ground dances
with every step she takes.
The leaves in the trees wave
hello.
The sun shines rays of gold
in her hair.
She hums a made-up melody and
the birds whistle the tune.
The clouds pattern large
fluffy heart shapes in the sky.
The flowers hold hands and
land gently on her head.
She skips
the last few steps back to her front door.
“Mommy,” she says, finally
home. “I’ve found you treasures.”
Her mommy takes the little
girl in her arms. “Honey, you’re my
favorite treasure of all.”
On the table, the treasures
are placed and the mommy and the little girl look with joy at such beautiful,
tiny gifts.
Happy Birthday darling daughter of mine.
I love you, Eden.
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