She's been baked, baked, baking
Almost a week now.
She shows kaleidoscope colors,
Mostly blue, occasionally purple, and red.

I thought today would be clear skies
Maybe even mostly dry eyes,
But no just more baking,
Let her rise.

She's soars on thin air and loose earth.
She's just learning, they're no longer there.
They'll come back, they must.
But no, not I, nor the dust.

She's baked, she's baking.
The moon shines down,
And She looks up,
The moons' still watching her on the ground.

The way you know me, and finish my sentences.
The stories we have shared.
The look in your eyes when you are being bossy.
The way you light up when you color your hair a new color for the first time.
How professional you can be.
How silly you can be.
The barking laughter that escapes when you try to hold it in.
The two beautiful babies that you created.
The fact that you love rosemary lemon cookies (even though I don't)
Your refusal to be a boring grown-up dressed in boring grown up clothes
The fact that you still believe when we're old and gray and wrinkled we will live together.
That you never stop dreaming impossible or incredible New dreams (even if I think they're stupid or don't support you. )
The little light inside of you that never goes out.
How good of a mother you are.
How you refuse to stop learning even better ways of being a mom.
Your freakishly tiny and perfect fingers.
You're revulsion to stinky feet and shoes without socks.
How you let Lily try new (and sometimes ugly or unfortunate) fashion choices despite how they make you cringe because you want her to be her own person.
The fact that you never let me go.
Your painting skills.
Your ability to follow a recipe(one of us should be able to).
Your naive optimism(same as mine!).
Your love of bubbles.
The fact that at our advanced age we can cut open glow sticks and along them on each other.

Also entitled. Reasons Why I Love you.

Honestly, it's hard to find
One who's soul matches yours
One who radiates light and honesty, when
Kindergarten is a decade behind.

It's hard to find someone who's not a
Superficial saying.

A relief, it is then, to have you.

Cups of coffee in the afternoon
Our strolls down leaflined sidewalks, on
Dreamy mornings it's good to have a
Friend, when true friends are hard to find
I know that I always have
Somebody, and I hope you always know you
Have somebody, too.

we all say that we have one, or two, or three.
"I'll Die For You, You For Me."
is that what they say?
blood debts and regrets.
brotherhood till their dying day.

many do not agree.
favourites and friendship? rarely ends evenly.
no one is loved more and less
is in reality, what they suggest.

until.
rain upon shaky roofs, repair and renew the rusted tiles,
i do not believe you.

until.
the stars bless the midsummer sun and illuminate me,
i do not believe you.

until.
i feel the kiss of sweet lilacs in my dreams
past loves lay and linger me with stories
eyes that i can find in this pitch blackness around me
I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU.

i want to believe you,
jealousy overcomes sense,
and is made blind by the untrue
a scapegoat, another expense.

Best Friends. we all say we have one
till you're Forgotten
they're Dust
and i
Done.

Driving to work
Feeling a little blue
Thinking about
A life without you

Trying to breathe
Without any air
That's how I'd feel
If you didn't care

Your love is my lifeblood
The fire to my soul
If I didn't have you
I wouldn't be whole

Together forever
On this you can rely
One day without you
I surely would die