On a golden, sunlit day
I bought daffodils on a cornerstand in the big city.
I drifted through the field, light as a cloud,
And now I stand among endless blooms—
A life so radiant, so beautiful.

We begin moving in the womb,
then take our first small steps—
falling, rising,
dreaming of being a ballerina.

Tiny hops become spins and leaps,
feet in five positions.

Art made perfect:
toes and heels aligned,
grace in every motion.

On stage, a ballerina shines—
a grand motion in 3 movements,
queen of the dance.

I wept.

I had a dog named Rue—
clever, unique, endlessly loyal.
At first, I thought her cold,
but after months of watching every move,
my life began to orbit her steady heart.

Years later, at twenty-nine, I moved to Melbourne
with my friend Evie—
sweet, fun, and unshakably loyal.

At first, I thought we would never be friends,
but after months of watching every move,
my days spun gently around her laughter.

Months later, at thirty, an invitation arrived,
and at the wedding, I met Tim—
kind, true, and quietly loyal.
At first, I thought him rude,
but after months of watching every move,
my heart began to circle him like a star.

Years later, at thirty-three, in a dim-lit bar
I stopped to charge my phone.
There was Conor—
compassionate, intelligent, and kind.
At first, I thought he was unavailable,
but soon, without knowing when it began,
my life began to revolve around the man
I would call my husband.

Once upon a time I had a dog named Rue
Rue, is unique, clever, and loyal
I once suspected her to be cold
After months, of studying her every move
soon, my life began to rotate around my dog, Rue.

Years later, when I was twenty nine- I moved to Melbourne with my friend Evie
Evie, is fun, sweet, and loyal
I once suspected her to be immature
After months, of studying her every move
soon, my life began to rotate around my friend, Evie.

Months later, when I was thirty I was invited to a wedding where I met Tim
Tim, is kind, true and loyal
I once suspected him to be rude
After months, of studying his every move
soon, my life began to rotate around my boyfriend, Tim.

Years later, when I was thirty-three I walked into the bar to charge my phone
Conor, is kind, compassionate and intelligent
I once suspected him to be cold
And soon, my life began to rotate around my husband, Conor.

The sky is a canvas of calm blue
The grass, a field of deep, lush green
The beach lies wide in sands of white
The moon hangs quiet, veiled in grey sheen
I sit alone and wonder why
The world wears colours bold and true
And all of it — the sea, the stars, the sky, the land —
Was painted so I could find you.

Loving you is cherry pie—
Sweet, forbidden, stacked too high in sugar.
I take one bite, then crave some more,
Though I’ve sworn to close that door.