Some people refer to it as coincidence but me, not me.
I am a believer that there is no such thing as a coincidence.
I have tried to capture my thoughts about Cohen turning six but as soon as my fingers go to type the words they seem to evaporate. It's like there are no words poetic enough, no words can capture the feelings I want to convey, like they are lost in translation.
Where a book catches my eye
and right there in Target I have a little moment.
But then I'd miss you learning from your own mistakes.
If I could keep you little I'd strap you in right tight
But then I'd miss you swinging from your treetop height.
If I could keep you little, I'd decide on matching clothes.
If I could keep you little, I'd cut your bread into shapes.
But then I'd miss you finding, "hey! I like ketchup with my grapes!"
If I could keep you little, I'd push you anywhere.