Worth Writing Home About

In honor of my best friends birthday last week, here is the poem I wrote for her. I’m so lucky to have met her and to have her in my life. I truly have no idea what I would do without here.

Happy birthday, Kaptain. This one’s for you. 💙

Worth Writing Home About

Mama,

I’ve met a girl.

Not just any girl.

A great girl.

No, I don’t want to marry her.

I mean, maybe if I could.

But not in a ‘let’s have babies’ kind of way.

In a ‘her soul mirrors a piece of mine’ kind of way.

You see, Mama

She called me the other day.

We just joked,

gossiped,

talked to our hearts content.

But when it was over she said,

‘Okay, I love you. Call you later.’

You see, Mama,

we didn’t talk for a while.

And I thought,

maybe I had done something wrong.

I knew she was busy and so was I.

But I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, that

maybe she realized I was too much,

and decided to move on.

But she called me later.

And when she went to hang up, she said,

‘Okay, I love you. Call you later.’

You see, Mama,

we see each other all the time.

And even if it’s once a month or once a week,

it feels like we never missed a day.

It doesn’t matter where we go

or what we do,

but when I get out of the car, she says,

‘Okay, I love you. See you later.’

You see, Mama,

she’s worth writing home about.

She’s worth making sure you know her name,

because I’ll be talking about her all the time.

She’s worth writing home about,

because she thinks I’m worth knowing,

worth loving.

So you see, Mama,

I met a girl.

Okay, I love you. Call you later.