littlest little
dear baby, you have my heart
so stop.
stop all this growing.
please.
don’t become a real boy.
swirling whirling life.
i can’t hang on
the clock keeps…
marching.
and here we live
chasing a dream
we chase the dream
for you.
for two boys in africa
our souls would burst
if we never showed you,
if we never lived it.
love,
mom
