Gemma

at three

a hopeless romantic,

flit of fey and rainbow tuille

swept off her sparkly feet by dad,

safe in the tender cradle of mama’s arms.

a life rife with popsicles;

a trust fall on loop

into a benevolent universe.

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i’m taking this moment, gem, on today, your birthday,

to freeze you in girl time

while imagining the lucky future that gets to hold you.