My three-year-old daughter asks about being a mom
so now it’s her babies I live for
viewing through glass;
to whom I’ll attempt
to explain all of the different horrors
of not being able to breathe.
My three-year-old daughter asks about being a mom
so now it’s her babies I live for
viewing through glass;
to whom I’ll attempt
to explain all of the different horrors
of not being able to breathe.
Beautiful and very sad.