when I was a younger writer.

I had breakfast with my maman Sunday morning. She's an angel. I swear.

Abide by the rules

she would always say

She never lived

it seemed

to enjoy the day 

But I do feel inside of me

A fault, a guilt

A crippled tree

For she never wronged 

And she always cared

With a heart full of love

Beyond any compare

And though I truly

Loved her too

I never abided

By the rules

Today:

She's my best friend. I love her. She's cute. She's beautiful. She's wise. She's my idol. I aspire to have a heart as big as hers. She is so amazing and her love is so powerful. She moves people. She changes the world.