Apricot Dreams and Apricot Smiles


Pageant and band were in full swing.
The bike flew down Blackpuddle lane.
Children waved, began to sing.
Her legs were raised, she was still a child,
Her face, a beaming toothy smiley.
Wobbling, she waved to the crowds. It was wild.
She would write to him that night,
Tell him he still had a special place.
But before that, she had other words to write –
Words to spill for children – so full of grace.
She knew him, loved him, yet they’d never met ……..
And then, in the crowd, she saw his face.

Apricot smiles radiate children’s faces,
As they skip, dance and twirl
Through mystical places,
Behind the girl with prose in her curls,
Watching them bounce around her head,
Bobbing, swaying, with playful tease.
She sits on a hillside, cheeks apple red,
Words flow like petals, blown from apricot trees.
She wondrously wears a child’s apricot smile,
Holding attention, like rabbits in a beam,
Reciting tales, meaningful, worthwhile,
Guiding children into childrens’ dreams.
In apricot dress she cuddles and says ‘God Bless.’
On the hillside they swarm and they warm.
She’s not their Pied Piper, she’s their Princess,
Their Heaven, so simple, a lull in their storm.
Upon apricot grass, she falls and she hoots,
The children chuckle, tumbling about,
Apricot sky cheers her Angelic attributes ……..
And apricot children have fun throughout.
For she shines. As she stands in apricot dress,
Before a multitude of cheeky apricot smiles.
And apricot children cheer her address,
Of magical words, only she could compile.

Her reflection in the screen smiled at him,
Hands on her shoulders, he was beaming.
The two of them spun, the day had been fun,
Yet still they believed they were apricot dreaming.

I think I found one of those apricot smiles lying around on the hill across the road. I've borrowed it for the day, I hope you don't mind.

Thank you so much for bringing your light-hearted sunshine into my day! You have such a mighty talent as a poet, Sir Rusty, but I think I've said that at least a hundred different times and a hundred different ways before....

Very nice to see you, my dear.

Love and Apricot Smiles,

Alice