It is Enough to Love You #SOL18

Son, as I watch you grow, I see myself reflected in your eyes. Memories of thirteen: Twigs for arms. Sticks for legs. Not yet ninety-eight pounds. Short. Feeling, being small. Looked over – bypassed. Picked for nothing. The pain and comfort of solitude. Not good enough for anything save the strength Clara needed to put … Continue reading It is Enough to Love You #SOL18