Long ago the days of her child-like ambiance has passed
Her once lawless locks of hair are now pinned back
Not a strand out of place
Her bronzed skin has now faded to butter creme
Allowing the perfect coral hues to paint her prominent cheek bones
The shimmer behind her chocolate eyes has traveled away
Leaving a lust less stream of reality
Life, as routine as it may be, has settled comfortably within her
Taking hold of a once free spirit
No more are the days of sugar fairies and flowers
The romantic fields that once graced her dreams
Have all been grown over with the weeds of 'Sanity'
Her world of stargazing has come to an abrupt halt
The woman who presided within her all these years
Has fully awoken
And now grasps every aspect of her life
Her inner child has been replaced with
The fruit of her loins
Small feet play music on the wooden floors
As laughter once again sings out to her
A world she thought had vanished forever
Unfolds before her very eyes
Reminding her that the fragrance
Of happiness can still embrace her