"Hey Allie, go get me a pencil for 3 love points."
It's different, I know, but its so cliche to say the typical, joking, "I'll love you forever if you bring me my pencil."
No, this is different. This is special and not as abused as "love"
"love" gets hurt
"love" gets broken
"love" gets abandoned
Love points are very different. They can't get broken, hurt, or abandoned. They stay with whomever recieved the points and never get lost or forgotten, and never wear or bruise.
We can pretend to take love points away when we get mad or hurt, but we all know thats impossible.
Love points don't get taken back or returned!
They can only be shared, collected, and "loved"
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A Poem For My Niece
Oh little girl,
Standing there with your five-year-old drama:
"I'm a purple butterfly and she’s a blue one,"
And your never-ending frustration at us because we, still, fail to see the problem.
Oh little girl,
Screaming loudly with your five-year-old exhaustion:
Never wanting to sleep, but needing to so badly.
And your ugly yells directed at us, the enemy, because we-once again- make you take your nap.
Oh little girl,
Laying there with your five-year-old fears:
The monsters under your bed and the ghost in the closet.
And your panicked cries in the middle of the night because we must have missed one in our check before bed.
Oh little girl,
Sitting there with your five-year-old cuteness:
Taking five minutes to put your baby dolls to sleep only to wake them up in one minute.
And your never-ending love and excitement because you know, deep down, we all love you.
Standing there with your five-year-old drama:
"I'm a purple butterfly and she’s a blue one,"
And your never-ending frustration at us because we, still, fail to see the problem.
Oh little girl,
Screaming loudly with your five-year-old exhaustion:
Never wanting to sleep, but needing to so badly.
And your ugly yells directed at us, the enemy, because we-once again- make you take your nap.
Oh little girl,
Laying there with your five-year-old fears:
The monsters under your bed and the ghost in the closet.
And your panicked cries in the middle of the night because we must have missed one in our check before bed.
Oh little girl,
Sitting there with your five-year-old cuteness:
Taking five minutes to put your baby dolls to sleep only to wake them up in one minute.
And your never-ending love and excitement because you know, deep down, we all love you.
I AM FROM....
I Am From peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Halloween candy
From my dog eating the fireflies I just caught a minute ago.
I Am From rainbows and triangles, Broadway plays and “The Office”
I Am From court disagreements and disappointments
From therapists, shouting, and lies
I Am From 5-inch heels and a splatter painted room
From duct tape dresses and home-made purses.
I Am From Build-A-Bear dog weddings and playing with stuffed monkeys with my cousin
From sleeping in my sister’s closet so I wouldn’t be alone
I Am From pancakes cooked on the wood stove and smore’s cooked in the microwave
From dogs dominating Thanksgiving and 6 security visits in Knobles.
I Am From learning from the past, living in the present, and looking to the future.
From my dog eating the fireflies I just caught a minute ago.
I Am From rainbows and triangles, Broadway plays and “The Office”
I Am From court disagreements and disappointments
From therapists, shouting, and lies
I Am From 5-inch heels and a splatter painted room
From duct tape dresses and home-made purses.
I Am From Build-A-Bear dog weddings and playing with stuffed monkeys with my cousin
From sleeping in my sister’s closet so I wouldn’t be alone
I Am From pancakes cooked on the wood stove and smore’s cooked in the microwave
From dogs dominating Thanksgiving and 6 security visits in Knobles.
I Am From learning from the past, living in the present, and looking to the future.
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