pink~kayla stillwell

I am pink

I am the Popsicle grin on a child’s face

As they run through sprinklers

I’m the sound of a smiling baby’s laughter

I’m the flip-flops you take off

When you walk on the beach

I’m the embarrassment in your cheeks

And the feeling of grass on bare feet

I’m careless and worry free

Innocent and sweet

I’m the flower you pick

For your mom when you’re six

I’m a warm breeze that caresses you

I’m cutoff shorts and a t-shirt too

I’m the soft lips you long to kiss

I’m a summer full of bliss

I’m a sunset on the beach

I am pink

-Kayla Stillwell