Sweet brown eyes and
wild hair the color of the sun,
do you know how much I love you?
You have my face
and I have your adoration.
You’re as ornery as a bluejay
and as maddening as a windstorm
during an umbrella convention.
I yearn to have tea with the
and miss the past you vehemently,
perpetually wearing a Cinderella dress
and mispronouncing the word “grandma.”
You are the moon and all of the stars to me.
I will protect you, hold you, guide you, love you.