dear willow,
happy birthday. i save days like these.
i pull everything up to see. to remember. to burn.
i want to call you. just to hear it ring, but i know it's not your phone now.
i want to come over. but i know it's not your house now.
i want to be able to say happy birthday.
but how can you hear it.
i can't believe we're missing this.
i've been up for an hour and i feel so distracted.
i stare off. i think of my mother.
and my cousins, brother and sister. i think of your boys.
i want to hear your stories and talk about your day.
i want to hear you calling to thank me for the card. and fight about the jesus vs. hallmark crown i would have drawn on the back.
sweet adeline....it's still so hard.
i pull everything up to see. to remember. to burn.
i'll still save days like these.
happy birthday,
i love you.
miss you,
claire ellen adele.
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