I swipe the floor twice
still curdled smell of milk persists
I also wipe the tears from her eyes
what if her dress is smeared with dirt
her hair is a ghastly sight
I gently untangle it with my fingers
she wipes her nose in my neck
I smile slightly and kiss her eyes
lead her to her favourite place-
she settles with a bowl of crispies
thumbing her book once in a while
I watch serene smile return to her face
knowing her, if you say
this is the scariest story I've ever heard...
I will totally disagree, as I know
she found clouds in the spilt milk
dragons fought for her,
while unicorns held her hand
now she sits here replete
with another dream in the making
I wonder, what would I find the next moment?
"in that brief moment nirvana emerges out of nowhere"
I couldn't think of any other title for this. Suggestions are welcome.