♥ 250 ♥
Seems I’ve written about you
a time or two
on pleasant days,
unfathomable days,
Lawn Chairs, Blankets and Every Year Rituals
days of remembrance and respect,
with poems of promise
and paragraphs of hope.
because of your solid, core belief that
anything is possible,
together we can
and
united, we will, we must,
But I gotta tell you, my friend, sometimes,
oooooooh, sometimes.
& as we begin this week of #250 celebrations,
with those among us, shouting and blaring and LOOK AT ME declaring only THEY know you best
I just need to take this quiet moment to reaffirm my love
& my promise to always, ALWAYS seek the beauty in you,
in me, in US.
Happy 250, America
Humbled to call you HOME, I’ll forever be.
♥