i remember when i was a kid
i used to carry with me a little notebook
so i could write down every single
poem, song or rhyme
that came into my mind
it would be something about
birds bees and flowers
dogs and beach and summer
a colorful life playing in the
background of that little mind
my dad was so proud
"she can rhyme like no one else!"
he used to say to everyone,
he even wrote about it one day
(i still have the letter)
but i don't have any of
those little notebooks to look back
i never treasured them
guess that, at some point,
poetry and rhymes just went away
now they're back
well, i can't rhyme no more
but i sure do like to carry
my little notebook
wandering around to write about
love and lost and pain
the beautiful and the ugly and the broken
write about anything that comes to my mind
but also to write about me
this time, i wanna remember
how i feel
how it felt
how i'm healing
and how broken i'm
write it all down - so i can treasure this