I am... Emily Eggert

I am…

Baggy t-shirts and grape jam toast on a spring Saturday,

Thick round glasses, messy hair, and stardust,

Hands raised, responding praise, made to worship everyday,

Cereal for dessert,

Milkshakes on a Sunday,

The shimmering surface sunlight touches at the bottom of a pool,

Yellow sweaters, lemon cake, and pb+j,

A barefoot brunette, highlighted hair, and dreamy blue-green eyes,

Pastel petals with morning dew on their leaves,

The smell of dirt after a rain,

Sweaters, wildflowers, and old printed novels,

Paper, pen, dreams, and a stormy day,

I am…

Reading in the quiet dawn before day,

Sipping a warm vanilla cappuccino out of my donut mug,

Wishing on feathery dandelion weeds,

Holding a London umbrella

Jumping in puddles on the street,

Telling a story, Writing all the time,

Lighting a Himalayan lamp before I go to sleep,

Laughing at Lennie Briscoe’s quips on Law & Order,

Watching stars fall from gray clouds to sweep me away,

Eating a bagel and Greek yogurt for breakfast,

Wearing a braided blue anklet that’s starting to fray,

Reading. Always reading.

I am…

Furry friends that wake me up in the morning,

A painted springtime butterfly on my Mother’s butterfly bush,

Wrapped in warm fluffy duvets,

The one that people ask to reach a high place,

Sometimes sipping green tea,

Somebody that loves to live free,

Made of sunlight,

Kind, loving, strong, and never alone.