A Holiday
Parade day, rushing to get
a best view, tugging
at her fathers belt
pointing to a vendor.
Money and ice cream exchanged
one hand holding, dripped on
in the heat, the other waving
a flag, too young to know
what it was more about
than just marching bands
girls smiling, twirling batons
and people in suits, arms raised
as if hugging from convertible cars.
She didn't care as mother wiped
her Chocolate swirl face
sighing over what fell
on her dress.
Later on the ride home
as if she'd been recharged
chatty she rambled on
from the back seat,
asking too many questions
making too many professions,
her mother and father
looked at each other
and smiled.
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