This Song Goes to Eleven

If you
were set to music
you’d be the kind of song
I never forget,
the kind that stays
just under the surface
ready for humming,
the song I’m always happy to hear.
You are songs of my youth
but not really
because you are so very much your own song.
You are so new I have no way of imagining.
You are the song I turn on
through tears and laughter both,
heartbreaking and pleasing, seemingly
simple but endlessly complex.
You are perfection. You are my song.

Today is my daughter’s 11th birthday! Love!

And it’s NaPoWriMo Day 11! Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.