Not a song, a letter

I want to say
that I think it gets better.
A simple song
that probably could have been a letter.
So dry your eyes
before they get a little wetter.

I likely lied
when we sat there by the water.
I think your fire
probably burns a little hotter.
Bless your mom
we're so lucky that we've got her.

A carnival
of thoughts falling from your well.
A simple smile
is how I know you broke the spell.
It's ok,
now help me clean these eggshells.