Lost in the sunrise While I drink my morning tea I think of memories Made by you and me Settled in the saddle The horse beneath me Soft and gentle Mom wraps her arms around my side I know she won’t let me fall As I learn to ride Singing along To our favorite songs Out of tune Without a clue Dear Dad, I’m glad you like music too Our bond as sisters Began as family before But has outgrown what I could ever ask for Sharing secrets, jokes, and so much more You’re my best friend, of that I’m sure Ferry trips over To Nantucket Biking through cobblestone streets
Dear younger me, I am almost positive you are expecting me to tell you to take a different path, make other choices, and change everything. Truth is, you did it well. You played your part and we are here today because of you. Through the heartaches, memories, and decisions that led to our proudest moments, I wouldn’t ask you to change a thing. Well, maybe there is one thing . Start writing more and earlier. Stop caring what people think. Be weird, honest, and unapologetically you. Not everyone will enjoy your words, but you do and that’s what matters most. While we are on the subject, stop doing what