She ran with laughter in her eyes,
A little spark beneath the skies.
Mischief dancing on her face,
Spinning, jumping, full of grace.
She followed him, step for step,
Mimicked every word he said.
Her tiny hands, her eager cheer,
Always close, always near.
He’d roll his eyes, sigh, and groan,
“Go away, just leave me alone!”
Yet in the quiet, when no one knew,
He tied her shoes, he fixed her bruise.
Through playful fights and teasing words,
Through scraped-up knees and dreams unheard,
He stood beside her, strong and tall,
Her first friend—her shield, her wall.
And though the years may pull them wide,
Time may change the roads they ride,
She’ll always hear, in whispered air,
His laughter saying, “I was there.”
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