Nov 4, 2015
I am 3 by JLMT Sticky hands and mouth from stuffing in too much candy. White chocolate bars of heaven, popping candies- sweet magic. Stuff them all inside my mouth. Belly bulging out of my dress. I'm adorable. I am three. Screaming at the top of my lungs; Babbling gibberish- not a care! I stumble, I cry, I mope, throw tantrums here and there. I get jealous, I feel envious; Not enough attention. Mother holds me. I'm her child. I laugh, I dance, I sing. I draw, I paint, I play. I am my father's favourite, My mother's most precious gem; A little princess- so dear, so sweet. Everyone says I am quite something, so promising during those formative years. ------------------- Creativity Challenge, writing prompt.