𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮'𝙨 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙯
I wrote this piece while reflecting on the books that shaped my childhood. You will likely recognize my core inspiration — the whimsical rhythm of “There was an old lady who…” — but this poem stems from a much deeper, quieter space. I hope that anyone reading this who carries a quiet fear of growing up knows they are not walking that path alone.
I touch my twenty-fourth birthday this month, and I will be honest: lately, I fear I haven't been my best self. I have found myself in the heavy spaces of grief — mourning the loss of my father, watching my mother grow older, and adjusting to the bittersweet reality of my younger siblings no longer needing me the way they once did. In many ways, I have been mourning the fierce innocence of my own youth. I share every ounce of that fear.
Yet, through the sorrow, I am learning that there is profound beauty in moving forward. There are still chapters of deep love, vibrant friendships, unexpected adventures, and sacred memories to be made with those we hold dearest. We do not need to fear the inevitable passage of time. Instead, we can choose to greet it — to accept it, and to grow with grace.
May life bring you every happiness 💙
— Lola Gore, Bedtime Blues / The Visionary's Waltz ( 2026 )
