Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Eleven Years

Eleven years, one more than ten.
A decade of fun, plus one.

You danced in the first year, you still dance now.

Your hair was flowing from the start.
Your hair still flows as it captures my heart.

Your impressions come out as you notice the world.
I laugh from deep within from every face you make.

I look at you and I see me.
I look at you and I see so much more than me.

No comments: