Blue is your best color.
When you wear it, it looks like
the sky is pulling you back;
It looks like you're coming back home.
I love the way you sing in the shower.
You know so many songs by heart
you could sing the morning away,
and some days,
you do.
I love your love for animals, for babies,
for plants that are just beginning
to stretch their arms around and look for light.
You look out for those who haven't got their own voice.
I know how heavy that soul of yours is,
but I'm willing to help you carry it.
Love,
—Loretta R.
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