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a ladybug crawls across
my sunglass lens,
out of focus, from the inside
I take them off to get a look at her,
she crawls across my hand
so tiny and so perfect,
no spots on her shiny back
I smile at her and make a wish
she flies away,
up to the sky
up to the day
* This poem is from my wonderful friend Sara. She gave it to me for Shiloh’s birthday in October and I’ve been reading it once a week since. Thank you Sara, for being there for me through these last 15 months. Your friendship has been an unyielding force (in a good way, of course!).
