when I mock sing
I think of you
gorgeous and liquid
transcends she does
her bella Carmella voice
her fantastic smile
the young life in those enchanted eyes
out glittering the sparkly attire she enjoys wearing
brighter still the personality beneath those bedazzled fabrics
effervescent in style
spirited as a child
warmer than any Paul Bunyan’s giant arms could offer
endlessly enchanted am I
your zeal, your zest
passion beyond anything I might ever acquire
but continually strive for
because you are relentless
in your drive for motion
stunning in beauty
out, in and all about
and when I mock sing
I will do so in Italian
the language of my ancestors
I’m enrolling in
bella Carmella’s autumn Italian class
ready am I to learn
from the most fabulous woman
in my world
If it were humanly possible I’d wrap time up in a sturdy box. I’d bind that amazing box with ribbon so secure, time would have no other choice but to stop.
I’d paint portrait after portrait to freeze my children’s beautiful faces in their most innocent moments.
I’d fill our home with festive balloons year round so my children would stay young forever.
I’d bake rainbow cakes piled so high with color, all escape routes would be blocked.
But there is no sturdy box to hold time, only birthday gifts wrapped in pretty foil bows and birthday pizza cookies.
I can paint all the portraits I desire but each canvas will only reflect an older face.
And my children will continue growing up and growing wiser than their silly mother…
Happy Birthday, dearest delicate daughter.