Having you around makes me happy, makes me smile.
Having you here …but there,
Makes my smile …like clouds,
Afraid to come out.
Response
Don’t be, I feel weird all the time.
When I come I want you to shine like the sun you are.
You pour positivity and smiles into me.
If you’re afraid to radiate we’ll both suffer.
(Writings to my beautiful college teen)
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