Your beautiful face and your big olive eyes.
Eagerly, breathlessly, I memorize The curve of your rounded and soft baby cheek And steal every kiss you allow me to sneak. Although we’re fourteen years apart, You’re close enough to steal my heart. For half of but fourteen quick years we stayed In the same big house, where we played and strayed. And then late one night you drove away, And somehow I knew I was meant to stay. We’re nearly fourteen hours apart, And I miss you with all my heart. Each time that I visit you’ve redone your space, Adopted more kitties, new arts have embraced. Your fierce independence your red leather suits. You’re almost my height when you put on your boots. You’re getting close to fourteen too. When I was your age, I got you. I kiss you goodbye at the start of September. I won’t see your face until deep in December. The weeks are too long and our time is too short. I love that you’re like me - we’re two of a sort. Although we’re fourteen weeks apart, You will always have my heart. 2018 |