Monday, March 9, 2020
• mi hijo • He is my straight line in a world of chaos, A shovel when the mud is too deep. His rhythmic breathing calms my nerves His eyes a window to a peace I seek. He’s my laughter in a pool of tears, He is food for my hungry soul. A breath of fresh air after hibernation. A crackling fire when my heart is cold. And this ... When he falls asleep downstairs, In this world I call home, I feel safe and happy Knowing He feels safe and happy With me. Sleep well, sweet boy. And please... Promise me you will be back soon. T.B. Williams March 2020 #beckermanmojibailey #onbluebirddrive #tbwilliams @tbwilliams_words @picsart
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