Leaving Eight Behind

Dear Nine,

You know what I love about you?
(Besides that you are new!)
I love that you are true...

You're you.

When I think of all we've done,
How we've survived,
How far we've come,
I think of your big eyes,

They take us in with no disguise,

And I think,
You know what's neat?

That you never miss a beat.

So I'm not just saying
"You are true,"
I'm saying

You
Have
Made
Me
True,

Too.

Whatever would I do,
(My tender artist,
Sweet LuLu)

With
Out
Your
You?!


Love,
Mama