That's Me

That's Me

Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Poem About Eddi

My friend, Butterfly C's Dad, wrote a poem about me that I love so much, I just have to share it.

Mother, wife, daughter, friend. They were all her names, her titles, words that described her. Little boxes that she filled and overflowed, that she loved but need to push and bend and stretch to fit into sometimes. She had secrets, a secret name, whispered only in her heart, secret dreams and plans and sometimes late at night she felt them unfurling in her chest, reaching for the moon like a flower reaches for the sun. She longed to fling her arms, her heart wide open and embrace it all, mystery and madness, joy and beauty alike. 

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