The pinballs shoots down the stairs
Flashing an aware smile
Her brown curls dance around her face.
Like ballerinas on a stage
Like springs bouncing up and down
Or a coaster going around
The pinball curves around the sides, dodges the exit
And doesn’t let her built up energy break a lamp
The pinball turns into a race car and races down the hallway, going at top speed,
Running at 100 mph past dogs and doors and drawers without much worry
But soon, the race car makes a crash into a tall airbag
And the airbag collapses on top of the racing car
The airbag wraps around the race car as the engine slows down
And the race car’s speed drops down, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The airbag picks up the race car, like a little girl and her Barbie
Playing together like the essence of childhood from long ago
And the little girl’s hands wrap around her Barbie’s waist, picking her up from her pool into her bedroom
Her smile is as big as a circus clown, but instead filed with love and softness
And with that smile the little girl and her Barbie disappear instead
Into a cloud of smoke they disappear into reality, and now they are standing in the kitchen
As it’s just a little girl and her big cousin,
Standing there near the table were they share memories
Who lives far away in the big city of L.A
Where big Hollywood stars are born and raised just like her
While her little cousin lives in the small city of Pittsburg
With just football, baseball, and hockey teams to carry the city on
No true analogy could be used to describe,
The love of a little girl and her big cousin.
Or of a sixth grader, and her little cousin.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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