Mama's {sweet} 4th Grade Diva

Sweet Shot Tuesday:
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She told me today that she's single:
her relationship fell victim to wandering eyes and cheating heart.
She's not upset.
Young attraction - but not love.
It lasted ages in elementary romance realms.
She insists it was his cute, round face that made him appealing.
The girl he was caught flirting with?
Not interested.
And she, apparently, is not the lying type.
So boyfriend (who is still dreamy) was dropped like a call.
Unphased, baby girl is moving forward.
She's only in Fourth Grade, afterall.
No need to be tied down.
[And hey, Mama's a single gal, too.
So it can't be all bad.]
Her focus? On school. On her art. On herself.
As it should be.
There'll be plenty of other boys vyying for attention.
And she, my diva, will be wise enough to choose well.
She's too valuable a treasure, too great a prize.
There are years of life ahead.
This break up is just one experience to toss into the folder,
and file away.

Also shared with Communal Global.

{Sweet} Watkins Park Carousel

There's nothing quite like a carousel ride. It's a rush - mounting a horse or mythical creature as the music surges and you are thrust toward the decorated ceiling and slide down again. The world spins around you - family, friends, life itself a blur.

There is a frenzy of excitement as you whir around the circular path. The swelling melodies drown out the noise of everyday life - the idle conversations, the street noises. And then, as though melding with the sweet harmonies of the simple carousel soundtrack, laughter erupts.
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You close your eyes, then. Allowing the swirling carousel to rock you with its undulating figures. You dance from within remembering sweet tasting cotton candy, holding hands with Mommy and Daddy, skipping along through county fairs and festivals without a worry or concern.

The music climaxes (too soon, it seems). The carousel spin slows to a stop. You are whisked back into reality - ushered through the "Exit here" swinging gate and into your everyday.

Oh, if only there were time and money for one more ride. If only.

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