"Wildflowers Don't Care Where They Grow"

I am who I am in part, because of you. I hear you whisper as you visit the subconscious of my sleep. You are that bit of happy that slips like smoke from my mind as I wake to start the day. A paradox, you are also a bit of the pain that gives me wisdom in my eyes. You are in day dreams, of memories that seem so close I could touch them. You exist as happy little pin pricks as I go about my day.

I walk this city, these burbs, and I think of you so often.
The baby who's father carried her picture through hell and back and she never knew.
He carried the picture and buried the pain. Not knowing of the picture, she carried the pain. Through hill and dale of the journey of your spirit, you never knew how fully you had always been loved. Always wanted. What I wouldn't do to fix that...
A survivor.
A comedian.
A traveler.
A helluva best friend.

A complicated soul, oft jaded by a past you put behind but couldn't run from.
Designer bags, forty five pairs of shoes, and a perfume I can smell but can't identify, fill my mind.
A closet full of things that decorated the fortress that you hid behind. Its walls built of sarcasm, humor, intelligence, and drive.
You came a long way from the girl with the frost on the inside of the windows.
But never forgot.
I hear your voice in my head sometimes when I am still. Advice, acknowledgements, little factoids and tidbits.

"There is no heartbreak too great for a pint of Ben & Jerry's and a good chick flick".
fact.

"Did you ever notice Condoms never come in small?"
Also, fact.

"There is nothing quite like a man in uniform. "
Sing it sister.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

The rest is silence.


"wildflowers don't care where they grow" is a song written by Dolly Pardon. All rights reserved.