Grow Me

Drop me like a pebble,
Willow me,
Water me,
Tell me things your mother would be jealous of.

Hold me like a cupcake,
Bathe me in fairy dust,
Douse me in the candle,
Whisper me magic, the stuff of dreams, secrets.

And when I glow,
I’ll pinch your lips with my kiss,
And tell you about how I grew,
How much I love you.

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