I Just Write It “Love” (for Allan)
so you can play with me
If I turn into ice
then you need to break me
into little pieces
so I can be free
It’s going to snow
can you hear it?
If I hate you
I will always be your son
and you will always be my Mama
I love you
all the way to the stars
Maria, this was lovely—I often think my son can hear the stars! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading, Cynthia! š