sitting between home and highway,
thinking of you.
reflecting on coloured lights,
smiling for you.
thinking how dark this porch would be
without you
to string old christmas lights
from bike to door to cafe table,
plug them in,
and light up
as you invite me to our party.
(i put them higher, where your little brother can't reach them)
Bethany Ann, the storm has mama written all.. Someone might string lights – the mama strings lights with little brother can't get them! (◠‿◠).•*¨`*•☆
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