To you, Louise

I love that you are superstitious like me

I love that we know each other finally.

I love how generous a mother you are

I love your happiness, eyes twinkle like stars.

I love how you debate with your girls

I love our foot massages, the pain, the thrill.

I love how you opened your home to me

I love your bright wit, how you tumble yet be.

I love our life experiences, the similarities galore

I love our chats and how we always need more.

I love how I count you as one of my own

I love you, sweetheart, my place is your home.

Kerry Bridges