to you
you never made it up to me
but to me
you did it in so many ways

when you let me play my music
on the way to your grandparents

when we start to walk through the same door
and you always let me go

when we begin talking at the same time
and you always let me tell my story
even if i forget what it was
or laugh half way through
or even cry

when I said no gifts on my birthday
and you still showed up with one

when i was trying to tell everyone a story
and you made sure i knew you were listening
even when no one else was

to you
you never made it up to me
but to me
maybe i need to make up some things
for you