Dear Lover,
I wonder.
Will I have a shadow of your mother's stare?
Will the flannel I wear.
Remind you of the way your father reaches for the salt and pepper shaker?
Will I have the oddball humor of your brother's?
Or your sister's heavy chuckle?
The kind that makes you want to raise your head to find me in a crowd.
Love,
Me.
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