When I grow up, I want to daydream with a smile on my lips.
with ink stained hands, and pencils in my hair
I am an artist
I have a teacup at my feet, and a notebook in my bag
I am a writer
with little ones with deep brown eyes and fuzzy mops of hair
I am a mother
With love on my wrist, and passion in my words
I am a Girlfriend
with laugher in my throat, knitting betwen my hands
I am a soul sister.
I am who I am...and proud of it.
