writing about love, optimism, times I should’ve listened to my mother, & the occasional poem, all in the name of trying to change the colour on your mood ring!
On my birthday I hope I arrive empty. Like gas tanks and cookie jars. I hope I took backroads and scenic routes and detours for the fun of them. And I hope along my way I stopped to share bite-sized bits of sweetness with new faces, and and chocaltey chunks of tenderness with old ones. And when my trip around that big ball of fire comes to close, I hope I return ready. To fill up my tank and my big glass jar, and depart again.
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written for my 32nd birthday on March 16 2026. [it’s tradition to write an annual birthday poem :)]
writing about love, optimism, times I should’ve listened to my mother, & the occasional poem, all in the name of trying to change the colour on your mood ring!
