she shyly said
"my birthday is actually tomorrow, but i'm celebrating it today"
when i told her how much i loved her red tu-tu
she was tentative when i asked her if i could take her photograph
then when i asked her to spin around
she lit up
her young and very fresh teenage wings
helped her fly
i gave her one of my postcards with "happy birthday" written on it and told her if she sent me her email, i'd send her the photos.
last night. there she was.
~you've got mail~
it said "i'm the one that was in the red tu-tu. remember me?"
how could i ever forget
so later this year. when i turn 47. i am going to wear a red tu-tu. too
i'm going to spin.
around and around. as many times as i can.
maybe later i'll say
years ago, when my grandmother died, my mom, while cleaning out grandma's apartment, found an antique tea cup of sorts, sitting in the back corner of her refrigerator holding some kind of a liquidy leftover.
on the cup
were the etched words
there's not a day we have ever forgotten her
so really. when you think about it.
isn't that the only message we all want to leave behind someday.