Today I am
twenty-eight years old
and a day,
and what a
day it was!
What a
year!
What a life!
I can’t help
but be pleased
every Valentine’s
Day
and bask in
my singularity.
Love is
often about gratitude,
and I’m so
grateful to have been born
into a
loving family,
into a
house where stories covered every wall,
like
rainbows through a prism
that was my
brothers and sister and parents.