a beautiful dream

glitter

glitter decorates my eyes, on my walls, in my dreams.

it's in my hair, under my nails.

there was glitter on my ball dress.

I loved that ball dress.

there's still glitter in my carpet, on my mirror.

I see glitter in the afternoon sun, in the way it

hits the water when I drive down the coast.

I see glitter in my sister's eyes when they meet mine,

in my mother's when she's proud of me,

in my best friend's when we laugh about nothing, yet everything.

I used to think glitter was annoying -

tiny sparkles that I could never get rid of.

those same tiny sparkles still stick with me

but now they remind me that life is a blessing

and that even small things can be beautiful.