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.