Dear Madison,
Think of me
when you’re standing on the beach.
Will you miss home?
I promise to send you postcards
care-packages
you name it.
As the Carolina breeze
tangles your red curls
remember you always have a place here.
So when we hug you goodbye
and you get too busy living life to call
promise you’ll think of me
when you’re standing on the beach.
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Sweet and heartfelt. Love the tangled red curls.