by Bel Finn, for Jason, once upon a time
Drawing the moon and star
as I imagine they are
In my child's mind
that tiny girl inside my skull
too young to be me,
too old for her years
Remembering moments
like getting a birthday card
when you're too young to know what month it is
Or your first taste of wine
at age three
when Mommy threw that party
and the lights were shimmery
and the music, joy
It was warm, and the room rocked you to sleep
Remember the stories of your life
the child you were
I'll give you new stories, love
I have a million
and they're bought for a song
back to front
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