A Letter to Myself
Lucy,
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.
This poem is about:
Me
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