"They like me..." she says.
Of course they do...
There is no one like you,
you odd bird.
Just the way I like it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA!!!
You loved a parade,
and while we're not religious,
you somehow, found a way,
wherever you were to don your Sunday's best,
and March down the street.
Even if it was just you Dad, Max, and your bonnet.
April was a special time for you.
The cold frost of a wintery day would lift.
Icicles of the yesterday had melted away.
Seeds would begin to pop thru the soil,
alerting us-
Spring is here.
April somehow connected you to your youthful light always inside.
Birds would chirp, flowers would bloom.
It was time for your Birthday.
A turn of a new season.
I don't think it was so much Easter that you loved,
but this time of year you always were more Holy.
Every year.
It was special.
I'm glad you were born. Thank you for shining your face.
As always...
See you in two weeks.
xx
Hello LA from Winston Salem-
I'm so incredibly grateful for the Marco Polo app on our phones. It allowed us to create real time video chat messages that I still have that I can always go back to. A place where I can see all your funny mannerisms, and sayings, and iz-ness.
I have them all.
On my phone,
And inside of me.
Truly an original...
Except for whats been bestowed upon me.
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