I love you more than lilacs
despite the purple flower petals
you’ve branded to my skin
because you don’t know how not to hit and squirm
Brown and Blue tender petals on my stomach and
arms and hands that wince to the touch
but they bloom not out of hate
your laughter pierces my ears
decibels of pain as
spasms contort your
beautiful
body, but you point at the flowers all the same
with those chubby fingers
your wheelchair is irrelevant
for in it you sit like a humbled queen
but a queen nonetheless
someday I dream that your lavender dress will spin around you
in the meadow you can only look at now
with ivory button eyes
I have dreams for my little girl
with a bloated stomach
instead of the gift of speech
dreams that she’ll Soar
and she will
for now I want her to know that I love her
more than the lilacs she’ll never be able to pick.
