Born needing mended.
All your wires not yet connected.
Prayers said in faith.
Sorrow sets in.
Feeling your world upside down.
Filling hope you pull yourself together.
Staying strong you must have faith.
My heart warrior left with a long line of stitches.
Teaching me to zip up for days to come.
My little miracle toughest of all has scars to remind me not to give up and fight for every heart beat that he's blessed with and for one spark at a time.
"Thank you my little heart warrior"

© Tracy Reed