Little Joy

little joy so free
so spry and upbeat and no cares in this world
except whether or not a ladybug will fly away home
on request

sunshine and flowers
and ribbons in her hair
polka dot sun-dresses and bare feet
that softly tread grass and soil
no idea that this is the best time of her life

so joyful and carefree
little eyes deepest brown under the darkest lashes
without a shred of doubt that the world is hers
as are the hugs mommy gives
and the kisses she steals

simple pleasures like rainfall and puddles
should last for always
as should the wide white grin and twinkling eyes
of a four year old
picking dandelions under daylight