Heartsease

A letter

I see you running along the corridors of school,
around the playground and across the park,
soaring high on that rusty old swing,
the wind gently caressing your braided hair
and kissing your pink cheeks
your laughter echoing,
ringing bells of nostalgia .

I see you carefully crafting paperplanes
with utmost concentration,
competing with your classmates
and a wide smile etched on your lips when you realised you won,
oh Yasmine, what if you get caught by that grumpy old teacher?
Dont worry, she never did anyways.

Ambling along the butterfly corner
hand in hand with your bestfriends
I see you nodding to the endless stories they tell you everyday.
You've always been quite a listener,
never talking too much.

I see you lying beside grandma badgering her to put you to sleep
with her astounding bedtime stories
of rabbits and parrots ,fairies and demons
your small brown pupils dilating in wonder, ensued by a soft snore indicating your entry
to the world you've always loved.

Yasmine, I see you playing in the rain with your arms outstretched everytime I sit on the wooden steps of the backyard,
your giggles resonating, I'm reminiscing way too much, aren't I?

The photograph of you wearing your favourite red sweater is hanging on the wall of your parents' bedroom.
Sometimes I see our dad lying down gazing at it, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
You are so missed, little one.

I see you crying over the broken barbie doll, and when your mum scolds you for throwing out vegetables from your plate.
You are a silly little girl.

Life will have its ups and downs darling,
but dont you ever think you don't matter.
Like they always say "enjoy it while it lasts", darling
childhood will not stay forever.

Laugh a little louder, and smile a little wider,
make a thousand paper boats and watch it float on puddles,
mess up your bedroom, you have the right,
ask your dad for piggy back rides more often than you already do, and go bake some cakes with your mum, let the flour slip onto your apron.

One day, this will all be memories that breaks your heart into smithereens and be the balm at the same time,
this will all be memories that does its rounds in your mind when life is unfair,
this will all be memories that tugs at your golden heart
and you'll see tears of joy and pain cascading down your cheeks.

Do all that you want, Yasmine
without a care in the world.
Remember this always, darling
childhood won't stay forever.

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A/N:
A letter to my younger self .❤