My favorite color is the one my best friend’s mother
My favorite color is the name of her perfume.
My favorite day is family day,
that was something I was proud of.
From my favorite window I can see the super
moon while my dad is there, tucking me in.
I can feel the breeze through it
and hear the chimes dancing in the storm.
My favorite song is Marco … Polo
Marco … Polo
My favorite dream is the one where we walk
each other home
5 houses down to our own everything.
My favorite room is under the Pollyanna Tree.
My favorite time of day
is between school ending
and family beginning.
My favorite door we walk through
as each other’s shadow.