the kid's screaming in protest
"blueberries are bad" he says
"eat them anyway" i say
i can't complain
8:30am
7:30pm
and that dimple
man oh man
if your dad had that dimple there'd be three of you by now
this is mine
my coffee at noon
my trips to target for more yogurt melts
my excitement for swings, keys in the door, cocktails with netflix
my shadows on the sidewalk
my search for words
i wouldn't trade it
this is the way it is now
this is the way it always was
this is what should be
2 comments:
how in the world do you have the ability to make me cry so early in the morning? you are - and always will be - the best writer i know. xoxo
you must not know very many writers then. :)
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