Sunflower eyes

A girl walks by, hangs her head low and shuffles through a crowd.
But I see her bright eyes through stringy blonde on blonde hair.

Funny the things we can see when we look.
Shes got those sunflower eyes, they penetrate.

She dreams of flying to another world, where love is the drink in her cup,
and happiness her buttered bread.

And it comes to a halt.
Almost as quickly as it starts.
"Day dreams are just wishes our hearts make"
she mumbles to herself.

Six.

Prompt: To smell different viles of unknown substances and create a piece from any memory the smell evoked.

Vile Six.

When summer vacation felt like an eternity,
and small things could change the world.
Being with you and mom by the pool,
or the kitchen that rippled with the reflection of the water.
Eating our homemade Popsicles inside so they wouldn't melt too quickly
down our young arms.

Milk, vanilla essence and sugar.
We would freeze them and anxiously wait
for liquid to become solid.
The hint of you so vague,
yet your absence would be noticed.

Memories

Prompt: To smell different viles of unknown substances and create a piece from any memory the smell evoked.

Vile Two.

It's the smell of dad, security, and being carefree and young. You in your black and white pinstriped suit on our way to church. Clean and freshly shaved.

Those were my favorite days of the week, Sundays. It was familiar and comfortable to me, church felt like family. When you held me close I was making memories, and storing them in the treasure chest of my heart.

In the long care rides too and from, my seat was always behind yours. I would fall asleep to your fresh smell and awake to your warm arms holding me.