I began writing here at the age of twenty
Eight years later, some days and nights
I found those clouds I saw off in the distance
She had bright blue eyes
Pink lemonade lips
Those aren't what made me love her though
The way she looks at my son did
Her laugh and the hum of her breath helped
His giggle and hands showed me truth
Taught me things I didn't know I needed to learn
Lest I not forget the wonderful dead
Who showed me what I had
What I've earned
And what I still have to strive for
Yeah, I guess it's been eight years
I suppose I will continue to write
Continuing at the age of twenty-eight.