November 29, 2005

I am wearing your sunglasses
And the scarf you knitted me
And the sweater you almost left behind
And the bead you made for me
On the necklace you designed and fashioned for me
And the bracelet you gave me
And the rings we exchanged (so full of love)

I am carrying the card you filled with words of wisdom
In the journal you made just for me (layers of thought and art and meaning)
My tummy is full of your cake
And my head is full of the words you write for me
And I'm listening to the music you gave me

You are my armor. And my strength. I wear you and carry you with me. You help me be more truly who I am.

(Thank you.)

Posted by shock at November 29, 2005 11:11 AM