PRETEND
Digging, searching, frantically.
Sneezing at the dust that
flies, swirls around my head
then. Success.
Pulling, wiggling, squirming
into the dress.
Tripping over the long
flowing material.
The long blond wig.
Placing it crookedly over
my short brown hair.
Running, jumping, shouting
as I put the cowboy hat on
the wig.
Laughing, giggling, grinning
as I force my little feet
into the brown cowboy boots.
Grabbing, tugging, fighting
over the yarn for a lasso.
My costume is complete.
I’m a cow girl, but wait!
Creeping, sneaking, whispering
grabbing my moms make-up
Lipstick. Done!
Eyeshadow, perfect.
I rush out side to be greeted by
my friends
and I am greeted with laughter,
but I don’t care.
“Let’s play cowboys and Indians,”
I say.
Then they’re running, leaving.
They come back dressed up like me.
Cowboys, Indians, Horses.
We chase each other
and become
Cowboys and Indians.
My mother watches, smiling.
I love to see her happy,
so I grab the bow and arrow
from my brother
and shout. She
laughs.
My mom calls us into
eat lunch.
We’re no longer cowboys
we’re kids.
Our tummies grumble.
we’re hungry.
Tearing, wiggling, squirming,
tear off the dress,
the hat,
the wig,
the boots.
Washing, scrubbing, rubbing
my hands and face are
clean.
I’m ready to eat.
* * * * *
Thinking, remembering, smiling,
I look back upon those
days.
Fond memories I’ll tell my
children.
I’ll play and teach them
how to
pretend.
So that they can have the
same happy
memories
I had of friends,
of life,
of childhood.
Some of the most important
things,
“Let’s Pretend!”
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