She was eight days old when I first blinked She had seen the sun The nurses that bathe The milking breast The beautiful tired mother The man with a *******
I didn’t know her then She didn’t know me then But when I came to being She had already been there
She took the lead And stretched it further The eight day advantage had compounded when we met for the first time Almost 15 years after I was born And I’ve been in awe ever since I’ve always been a hopeless puppy around her
Today I called her with a broken heart And she showed me hers Hers was broken too She told me not to worry I told her not to worry
She has chopped her hair now And bruised her ego But she’s still here And I’m still here We’re still breathing And nothing else matters We watch as the big yellow moon rises Fills the hearts with love With memories, with nostalgia
I hope when I finally go She gets eight more glorious sunrises