Snowdrops Turned Me Nine, Turning You Seven

Wishing on a star named Nostalgia, for a snowdrop blanket.   

Flushing our adult minds down the toilet, 

constant humming turning into shards of diamonds. 

We giggle, planning our night filled with childlike happiness.  

 A Cinderella Story, The Goonies, or Studio Ghibli?  

Our memory quoting each line, our voice echoing one after another.  

Stuffing our faces with German chocolates, a dog spooning on each side of us. 

Shards of diamond turning into comforting silence.  

I peek through the blinds spying small petals of snowdrops.   

You scurry to the cream-colored door,  

yanking it open feeling a haze of crystal hues cooling 

our bodies. Leaving small kisses.  

We steal Captain Jack Sparrows’ walk, but the dogs had other plans, 

ice skating into our legs. “Max! Bear!” escaped from my laughter. 

Standing shoulder to shoulder, petals of snowdrops poke our cheeks.  

“Let’s make hot cocoa” leaving the chilled air for dog snuggles. 

Comforting silence turning into a wish fulfilled.  

By Alexandria Huggins