Paint Chip Poetry: Dear Child

Dear Me,

Sitting near the hearthstone sipping a cup of Earl Gray
Knowing that some day,
We’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Looking for the golden hour
When the world is much brighter
Looking for the heavenly sparkle
But not wearing rose colored glasses
Knowing I’m still that die hard fighter.

Ooh child, things’ll get brighter
Some day, we’ll put it together and we’ll get it undone
Those will be the bright days, my child,
When we will know that we’ve finally won.

Signed, Yours Truly.