Ribbons and Strings


Tying ribbons in her hair

because nobody else does


Making wishes on the stars

and skipping stones that

always sink

Laughing even when she cries

my little lady reads books

too big for her

small hands

She holds the paintbrush

that illustrates

my world

And whenever she smiles

I float just a tiny bit

higher into

the sky

Better tie me down

like a child

with a balloon held fast

on a string

The End

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