Just so you know,
Santa still came.
Guess you still have some sway
It’s funny how you still fill a room.
Like you’re still sitting in the
Red chair with your white peach mango Lipton tea,
Smiling as brilliant as your gold hair through bleary eyes.
I wish I could’ve opened the sweater you had for me.
It’s okay – I still have last years’.
But I wish I had a thousand to wear one
At a time and know they’d never
Thin. That I could reach in my closet and cover my heart with your fabric any day.
We got our first baby book. Dinosaurs,
Just like the border you put up in my room.
Like the blanket you gave me at birth.
Bet you didn’t see that one coming back around.
I know you’ll be there when it’s born
Because light spreads out.
You see, my friend hasn’t been home
for Christmas in 8 years.
He went back for you.
You’re a supernova mom, and we’re all still
Watching the colors bloom,
Even as we build planets from the stardust.