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Cowgirl 

Honey, I was wondering you should have chosen a cup of coffee.
Did you remember we watched the old Disney film together ?
The sad old donkey was drinking from coffee muddy puddle just like that.

You shrug your shoulders and raise an eyebrow drinking your coke with a straw.

I like the way you do.
Your ways of acting is just like your mom.

You get started with a guilty treat.
A piece of apple pie with ice cream.
Melting vanilla dream stands next to a hot pie.

I like your lovely manners , honey.

There is a red and white checkered cloth on the table.
Under the table , you swing your legs.
The cheap cowboy boots I got for you at the boring mall really suits you.

The boots are cute dusty pink. I know.

I know you are not a kid anymore.
You don’t sing “Johnny Appleseed Blessing “before meals anymore.

We leave the diner.
I open the door for you, my little one.

You say “Mommy is Okay “
I like the way you talk.
Your way of talking is just like your mom.

18 minutes later , we left, there was a gunfight.
It was a spectacular fight using spoons and forks.
ketchup and mustard splattered all over the floor.

100 years later, everything , especially plastic bags were ruined by the sun.

The checkered tablecloth remembers all the stuff.
Those memories and stories are collecting dust in the Gallery of the Smithsonian Museum. Now.

You’ll never know.
I kissed her under the table , avoiding spilt ketchup and mustard.
It was like a dream.

And there was a love.