I have been told I am too much -
I ask for too much, I expect too much
Am I really too much?

I think asking for a snow globe with my memories inside,
So I can go back and watch my Dad's smile
As I tell him random stories of my day anytime I wanted.
Might be, too much.

But wishing for hearty belly-deep
red faced laughter
Till I can't breathe,
So I can feel like me again.
Can't possibly be too much.

Now of course asking to be able to go to...