Dear Bobby

by Dieu


Dear Bobby,

I like you more than ketchup and fries.

I like you even when you stutter.

I like that your name ends in a Y like mine.

I like your blue shoes even if you don’t
(I know you didn’t choose them – it was your mother)

I like lots about you, but I’ll stop here
cause I’m running out of space.

🙂 – Lucy