Tillie Cole

The half-empty jar of a thousand boy-kisses.

“And my heart almost burst.”

“Our footprints in the sand.”

In both cases, a bond that no one could break.

Poppymin. My adventurer. My girl.

The sunrise each day would calm me. It would restore my strength. It would fill me with hope.

She was like a bird: at its most beautiful when flying free.

Poppy was quirky, not cool. She wasn’t concerned with what people thought of her—she never had been. She played the cello because she loved it. She read books, she studied for fun, she woke at dawn just to watch the sunrise.

“Poppy and Rune for infinity,” I said

“Poppymin! It means my Poppy. For infinity, forever and always. You’re MY Poppy!”