A Letter to Myself



Green eyes smiling,

the same color as the warped kitchen floor,

or the grass that makes your toes itch


Golden freckles dancing,

kissing your cheeks like the sprinkles on cupcakes that you always eat last


Turned-up nose quivering,

tickled by the bug on your face,

the first thing your mother noticed when you were born


Pink lips winking,

ripe with unfelt kisses and curses and songs of love


Milky skin blooming,

still untouched by the evidence of growing,

as soft as summer peaches


Lucy -

You were always everything that you were meant to be.


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