If youwere set to musicyou’d be the kind of songI never forget,the kind that staysjust under the surfaceready for humming,the song I’m always happy to hear.You are songs of my youthbut not reallybecause you are so very much your own song.You are so new I have no way of imagining.You are the song I turn onthrough tears and laughter both,heartbreaking and pleasing, seeminglysimple 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.