max be well my hero such
tiny arms could break like
shattered glass bleeding they still wrap
around me from me my body you are
me my son weak scared hurting stronger than
anyone for me love
he gives me unconditionally except when he doesn’t almost the
obstinence of a child, do you know?
killing me upon life birth hard heart rate erratic no one understood
what is wrong with her think think think the nurse i love said
scars with me for a life a
lifetime too death do us part but who
Mommy, i love that beautiful coat you wear
you are so beautiful to me
it makes me feel good when i see you in it
reminds me of our trip to Yosemite
I gush at my little hero as i look down at
my beautiful coat stained heavy with
tears and snout probably it is just an
old ragged sweatshirt i wear when i
feel so cold sick sad hiding under the hood
he snuggles into me my warmth building in us
both each others heros
Marie Scott 