Two tiny people and a warm umbrella.
A six year old girl and a five year old fella.
He wants to be Peter Pan and she Cinderella.
He makes a it sword and she a parasol bella.
He slays pirates and crocs and evil mermaids
She rides horses, drinks tea, and watches plays.
He wants a Tiger-Lilly to help conquer the days.
She a handsome prince with an enchanting gaze.
But this cold rainy day collides them together.
Under the umbrella they're forced due to weather.
He is too dirty and sweaty to get near her sweater.
He smiles thinking about how dirty he'll get her.
She screams for their mother and pushes him down.
He rises, fists clenched and then slips like a clown.
For one little moment she turns over her frown,
but his five year old scream flips it back around.
She rushes letting the prop catch on a burst of air.
She's getting wet and muddied but she doesn't care.
Between a bruised knee and a hug, his pain they share.
And he quiets, still teared, knowing she'll always be there.
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