as long as they listen
my soul will sing
as long as they listen
my heart has wings

as long as the children
look up to me
with radiant smiles
content I'll be

as long as they listen
as bright eyes gaze
as long as they listen
I'll feel the sun's rays

having chosen these
with special needs
I'll continue this journey
see where it leads

as long as they listen
my soul will sing
as long as they listen
my heart has wings

I like your style

oh
what is that?
honestly I don't know

it seems to be all over the place

silly
sappy

sad or happy

brash
straightforward

describing
lovely
or ugly

rhyming or not

loose or tight

flowing or rigid

though I describe things
I can't describe it

can't define it

style is so amorphous

I see others'
and think

"I like your style
but don't ask me to define it."

I don't want anything from you.
I know that it sometimes seems like all I do is use you.
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
You're so much more to me than that.
You raised me, for god's sake.
No one could ever replace you.
I need you so much, and I'm so scared that I'm going to lose you.
The doctors can't get it right, and it keeps getting worse.
We fight all the time but I can't live without you.
I'm scared that those could've been the last words that I said.
I know I went too far, and I can't go back.
I can't apologize my way out of this one.
You think that I want to replace you.
I know that I act like I do.
I love you so much.
I'm sorry.
I rarely cry.
I am now.
Please.