I want to hole up inside
the folds of one of your smiles.
Peek out only sometimes
to see the sun rise and sunset.

I want to dwell in the curve
of your  cheek
contented and calmed
in the smooth joy that is
a part of your very skin.

I want to remember myself
as you see me
and forget myself
as I imagine me.

You make me feel
like a million stars
granted my one wish.
All at the same time.

I get to be called mom.
There is no bigger blessing.

*My daughter will be 13 next year. How on earth did that happen?

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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