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.