My son, his fingers are so small hair

so curly I’m used to waking up to

his cry in the morning, my son. The

way he smiles it makes me feel like

when he’s away I can cry for

awhile. My son, know that your mom

is someone who would give up

her life if it meant you couldn’t be in it.

My son, I know I been away for

so long but just know no matter

where I go how far I am I’m coming

home, my son. I love you

to death your Father does

too if my life hadn’t went

how it went we wouldn’t

have you

my son

– Tate *

* guest poet from the girls unit