Cassidy spent the last week in Las Vegas with her best friend Taylor and his mom and dad, Jennifer and Richard. I missed her. Lots. On the other hand the silence was really quite lovely. Golden if one were to be entirely honest. Yes, I know there will be no Mother of the Year for me regarding that comment. The thing about Red Sister is that she is just so encompassing. Engulfing. She's been home for two hours, an hour of that I had to lie down just to collect myself. I have to get ready for the assault that is my beautiful daughter.
Below is a poem I came across recently. It nails nearly everything about Cass. And at the end of the day, no, I simply can't imagine living without my Red.
Red is a sunset
Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.
Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?
Name your price. I'll buy her from you in a heartbeat. As long as it's not over 10 kegs of the kings finest or the souls of a blues band. Anything else I can afford. BTW you should NOT give her privy to this comment, as she will use it against you.
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