Since my 7 year old Kat had her heart broken when a boy picked Sophie over
her, Kat said, “He twicked me, mommy.”
She said it must be that Sophie has blonde hair and she has brown,
which made me feel like a blonde betrayer.
For my girls and I, music is our way through the grieving process
and this has been her and I, every day,
play out something so universal and yet still so very tragic,
this messy love business, where the man of our dreams
is chasing everyone but us.
comes running in when the drums come on in the end, clapping and cheering, with Kat giving her the evil eye.
And I sigh, knowing Lola will one day have her heart broken too, and at 31, so will I.
- Three Amigos (buddhathepig.wordpress.com)