Collecting Dust

All those moments,
You hold inside,
Your tangle hair,
Fair blue eyes,
most likely the best days of my life,
safe,
innocent,
all now stored right there inside,
those days are done,
sitting underneith my bed,
catching dust and letting the memories fade.

Blue and Purple hands (This is How I Remember IT)

Alice held her small hands up to me, to show how covered with paint her hands were. I watched her rub her cheeks with her bright blue hand and one dirty purple hand. I bent down to gently wipe the colorful paint off her face. As I did so, she giggledand grabbed for the red paint and squirted the tube all across my face. I scolded her, and joked that if she wasn't careful elfs would take her away. She went silent. When I returned to her, with new paper towels. my heart clenched. She was gone.