Friday Poetry

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You drink water from a seashell while
you perch on the bathroom counter and watch your Dada shave.
You make up words to describe your world.
You argue with us about things that you have no way of knowing.

You mother your bunny: putting him to bed, strolling him around the house.
You share.
You give sweet goodnight kisses to your sister.
You like to Rodeo, riding on your Charley horse.
You had a cowboy birthday.

You are convinced that if you cry louder and longer,
you can get what you want. - Often,
you are right.

You love to read.
You know most of your books by heart and correct me if I skim or abridge.
You are a princess in your fancy dress-up dress.
You have no qualms that there is a freckle on the end of your nose. I kiss it whenever possible.
You demand "Pat me!" every night before bed. Most nights, one of us pats.Sometimes its a joy, sometimes an inconvenience.
You are rambunctious then shy; Loving then a terror; Wise beyond your years, then acting like a child.

You are lovely.
You are loved.