Dear Ivy,
It is Valentine's Day today. It holds no meaning to me. But one V Day I would like to give you a heart-shaped balloon, a bear hug and a piece of cake I baked. The purest, meaningful and rounded love I have felt is the one you have for me. You are the dream I sometimes find written about in my old diaries. It never ceases to amaze me how different you are from your momma. And yet when you look at me with my eyes, I see myself, my words, me.
You will never remember the first time you turned around at your classroom's door, eyes distant, and said, "You go momma." You broke my heart. Momma couldn't stop crying when you said, "I sleep alone." My stick of a girl, I forgave you the moment your big eyes turned pools of uncertainty over what was wrong in being a big girl. Truth is, momma was proud of you. She was as she is when you scooter too fast, let go and raise a leg like a ballerina to relish the moment - my eagle in flight.
Love is to give, love is to live and love is to go on. It is easy to say that while you sleep, and the house is quiet. But it is true. I love you as much as I can love. And one Valentine's, I will have a heart-shaped balloon, a bear-hug and a piece of cake ready when you wake up.
It is Valentine's Day today. It holds no meaning to me. But one V Day I would like to give you a heart-shaped balloon, a bear hug and a piece of cake I baked. The purest, meaningful and rounded love I have felt is the one you have for me. You are the dream I sometimes find written about in my old diaries. It never ceases to amaze me how different you are from your momma. And yet when you look at me with my eyes, I see myself, my words, me.
You will never remember the first time you turned around at your classroom's door, eyes distant, and said, "You go momma." You broke my heart. Momma couldn't stop crying when you said, "I sleep alone." My stick of a girl, I forgave you the moment your big eyes turned pools of uncertainty over what was wrong in being a big girl. Truth is, momma was proud of you. She was as she is when you scooter too fast, let go and raise a leg like a ballerina to relish the moment - my eagle in flight.
Love is to give, love is to live and love is to go on. It is easy to say that while you sleep, and the house is quiet. But it is true. I love you as much as I can love. And one Valentine's, I will have a heart-shaped balloon, a bear-hug and a piece of cake ready when you wake up.
