A mother's hand holds the hand of her sleeping baby.
Photo by Anastasia Zhenina on Unsplash

I loved you the best I knew how
I wasn’t given all the answers. All the right things
to say
But I truly doubt there is a love deeper than I have
now. For you today.
You were my blessings to have and I wanted to keep
you with all my might.
Through all my tears and all my pains I’d lay awake and
watch you sleep at night
Each one of your snores were different
Each breath a little deeper
The purest thing in my messed up world was wearing
a little sleeper.
You’d smile at the angles, in your dreamland they’d
play
not realizing even now you still smile the same way.
Your little fingers touched my mind and your eyes
touched my soul
I still love you the best I know how at 23, 25 and
29 years old.

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Gwendolyn Burton-Green

Gwendolyn Burton-Green is a writer incarcerated in Virginia.