Little Blake,

Can we talk before you fade into your next story?

Your Pokémon shirt, a red cotton flag in the wind, carried Charizard’s emblem— but you were the flame— running, leaping, building empires in the dirt.

Please don’t finish laughing yet— let that helmet tilt, just a little further over your shining green eyes.

Keep your T-shirt untucked

Let’s pretend this day never ends.

The grownups call you in— but I’d rather watch you linger, dust dancing around your sneakers until dusk swallows the sky.

I’ll study your footprints while you keep teaching the world how to dream.