watching the sun rise at the kitchen table, sipping tea,
dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature, knee high socks that won’t
stay up, cable knit sweaters and leaves in your hair, gel pens and a new
journal, a map pinned to the wall with all the places you want to go, lists on the back of receipts; books to read and baby names, closing your eyes
when you laugh, hating the way your voice sounds when it is recorded, leaves
tangled in your hair, cherry stained lips and sweet shampoo, freckles on your
stomach and dreams of collarbone kisses, rage as fierce as your smile and a
heart that won’t back down.