I want to write a poem for you.
I am afraid I can’t.
I wish I could distill all you are to me onto paper but the truth is it isn’t possible.
I have started it a thousand times over.
So much of who I am is because of you.
When I was eight I spent all summer reading Little Women because it was your
favorite at my age,
And I fell in love with Jo,
It was you who showed me how to put on mascara, shop for bras, read great literature, have good conversations, heal from heartbreak.
It was you who made me love fall afternoons, travel, heirloom tomatoes, Spanish, long novels.
It was you who made me love intelligent people, social justice, politics.
It was you who made me love stories and it was you who listened to me tell them.
You showed me the importance of loving others and loving mysef.
You told me I was beautiful, and I believed you.
You told me I was smart, funny, worthy, and I believed you.
Because of you,
I am beautiful, smart, funny, worthy.
Because of you I am a fighter,
Because of you I am a lover.
I see the world through the frame you built for me
You are my context,
My starting point.
And for all this,
All I can say,
All I can ever say,