To the Little Girl with Optimistic Blues Paige Toomer
I remember you and your big blue eyes viewing the world innocently through optimistic lenses. Do you think about me? Do you wonder how I am or who I will be? I think of you almost every day of the week. I miss you and the innocence you held. The wonder that was experienced in your view. I miss feeling the warmth that you held inside you. The smile you displayed every day without delay. I wonder if you still exist today. Does the innocence in your eyes lie steady, or did I interrupt it? Do your blue eyes shine the way they used to? Or are they dimmed by new blurred lenses? Did the future disappoint you, or do you appreciate the new view? Do I disappoint you? Do you hate me almost as much as I miss you? I miss you. Do you miss me the same way too? Don’t, even if you do. The world no longer shines the way it used to. Believe me, I’ve seen what offers it has for you. The sun is dimmer these days than your big blues. Fourteen years later, and the world is completely different than what you viewed. There are problems we didn’t see before that we do now. There is war, bad people, and abuse. The world is dirtier than your tiny skinned knees. Stress, depression, and illness are prevalent too. Sometimes I wish you never had to see this view. The one with the problems you weren’t equipped to do. I miss us and our innocent big blues. Where we only worried about if mom was going to make chicken nuggets or nasty beef stew. Where our world consisted of what we game we decided to play the next day, house or Scooby Doo?
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