A star so bright
like a light.
What is it?
It must be you, my big shooting star.
Thank you for believing in me.
By Alba
Alba wrote me this poem last night and left it on my pillow. She has this habit of getting out of bed one hundred times to tell me her love tank is empty and she needs a mama hug to fill her up.
She’s got the biggest, most beautiful eyes, and has one wiggly tooth jutting out of her mouth, so it’s hard for me to say no when she does this.
However, if I don’t get a bit of alone time at night, I become cranky, so I told her she can’t get out of bed, but she can write to me.
I haven’t been writing much lately (at least not for public consumption), but I was honored to get a glimpse into how poetically she thinks about the world, and me. I think this may be what I needed to begin writing again.