Im glad you are so positive about the future

Dear child, girl of mine. Whose cold body has pressed against mine so many mornings and nights and otherwise cold times I have forgotten.

I love it when you make plans, Friday glitter polish on the nails, Saturday we play a game on the computer. Sunday, we go to mini Thanksgiving.

And I, and I, can't see past this next silent scream. I hide it in sleeping, I hide it in hiding in my bedroom.

Last night though, I drug the quilt the one that my Mom made me the one that in some way proves without a doubt that my Mom loves, loved me at some point. That quilt, to the livingroom and we watched a movie while your Dad was away. Your body is longer and leaner and I get to see you grow.

Your skin is already alligatory, there is a technical term for it. We spend all dry months fighting this. I have to stay on top of it and cover you head to toe in Dream Cream or Olive Oil. Your Dad doesn't understand what its like when the bodies biggest organ hurts.

So chapped, when its at its worse I dab the oil on, like painting eggs, it hurts you so much, it hurts me.

I love how positive you are, that you know without a doubt that there will be a tomorrow, 3 hours from now. That your Mom will make it through another winter when the days and nights are so dark..

Thank you my girl child, my curly haired wild thing. Thank You.