Sew Me A Quilt?

I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes

and I want your flying hair

and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,

woven together,

please

so I can wrap myself up

and remind myself of happy.

That race when we used KT tape on our noses,

they still froze,

and the days I remember lying toes dangling

over the back of the couch

the opposite of a grown up's sitting.

Oh,

I could think up a thousand perfect moments

for you to weave,

couldn't I,

and you could get bored

because it's always the same sweet

that I miss from yesterday

but I'd love a quilt,

from all my sweet,

the sugar and the ginger and the salsa and the lemons,

sweet you didn't know was sweet,

And may I please have a quilt

that I can add to,

sew on little threads

when more come along?