Wispy blond-brown hair spills over from the crown...
The cowlick above his left eye never seems to stay...

There he sits, in his wheelchair,
hunched over...

The snow falls softly and silently to the ground,
My tongue sticks out to catch the flakes one by...

Here I am,
Sitting alone...

Lying in bed, my head on the pillow,
Gazing at you ...Such deep brown eyes...gazing...

Absolute joy bursts out of me like the surges of...
The colors matching the happiness I feel in the...

My love for him is overflowing,
It is pure and whole in every sense...

My twelve year old son,
Oh what have you done...