I ration apricot jam
and how you gave a ****,
a little sweet wonder
under days of sunder.
You always care for me,
with a heart so beating
and never wise to gloating,
sunlight to days of blight.
You're the sweetest kid,
break a rhythm  beating
into instruments of two.
The violin & acoustic guitar,
under coldest of blankets
you warm up coals in my feet,
helping me a day of a feat,
I was lost to say the least.
When I was in turmoil
and bed-ridden for days,
you pulled me through
by asking about my day...
though I suffered terribly,
you pulled me through
the other side of comfort
awaiting flowers in the dark.