My goal was to write a poem everyday,
but life, even with all my good intentions, got in the way.
In my camera roll there are thousands of photos I have saved.
Instead of one thousand, one word descriptions from each missed date I will say.
…Including today.
Then, I will let the memories speak to create:

6/1 Ballerina
6/2 Chauffeur
6/3 Him
6/4 Interview
6/5 Fair
6/20 Carnival
6/22 Legs
6/23 Chicken
6/24 90s
6/25 Runaway
6/26 Seafood
6/27 Poodle
6/28 Bestie
6/29 Colorful

From watching my tiny ballerina on stage Sunday evening,
To becoming her brother’s chauffeur the next afternoon.
Damn, I love talking to him and had the opportunity to share some of his story,
In the same interview format as I did the Piano Man.

Thursday was opening day of the fair and everything was half-off.
Friday was the church carnival and baby had a ball.
By Sunday night, my legs were showcased in my colorful mini dress.
On Monday, we communed over chicken (fried, tacos, and wings)
After a weekend of event success.

Tuesday, I volunteered with my colorful 90s pants on.
I was tired from the long weekend and it was hard to keep up with my runaway toddler.
I took a new friend out for a seafood lunch date Thursday.

After a month’s on-end hiatus I finally talked to my bestie, whom I deeply missed.
I’m glad I made it to church after a long night with him,
And I wore something colorful.