With you, I spent my summers
pressing flower petals between
the pages of my red leather diary
and wearing feathers from your
pet bird in my hats and hair
(which were really your hats - I know)
The vivid yellow of her headfeathers
matched your personality
the same way I matched wildflowers.
We spent rainy days singing
and passed sunny ones reading.
Coffee was a must and so were
cupcakes (for every holiday).
With you I grew up and
embraced my inner child -
without meaning to, you taught
me about living life blissfully -
triton cockatoo feathers and all.
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