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Writer's picturedreaming of lulu

it was time to come home.


i've put the pieces of myself back together

chasing a dream i've had since '09

five years of Lulu waiting for me to forget her.


she sat in the back of the black

head on the window counting down i49

missing someone no matter where she'd unpack

i'd find her in the lost and found

searching for herself

"who am i supposed to be?" she'd ask looking up at me


pink bedsheets and climbing every tree

"you'll find who you're meant to be."

i'd whisper to her in her sleep


i've watched her grow up

she's changed in front of my eyes

and i've listened as she filled her own cup


she knows how to make her own demands

she cleans off her own hands

raised her right

as i kept her safe at night


guiding her path as she would twist and turn

always running back to where she came from


dreaming of Lulu is dreaming of me

the girl with the crooked bangs and gap between her two front teeth

ladybug girl and moon river while she'd sleep

honoring her each day of my week


inner child strumming her own tune

feet in the grass of her old summers

i keep her safe each June

and she fills me with wonders


to Lulu

how much i know i'd mean to you

everything you always wanted me to be

and i remember telling you, you'll see.

i'm here now and i won't ever leave

don't you worry now about who you will be.


just hang from that tree

dance with claire de lune

and i promise,

when you fall,

ill be dreaming of you.

dreaming of


lulu.




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