Three pounds twelve ounces at twenty- seven weeks
Is how you entered this world, being cut from within me
So fragile, so small, hooked to all sorts of wires and I.V’s
They flew you out that very day explaining
They delivered you, to save me
I was not worried. I did not cry.
I touched your hand and said goodbye.
I had a knowledge you’d be okay
Because you fought so hard to stay alive that day
Fast forward throughout these years, almost twenty-two
Every one of your greatest achievements
Each great mistake too
JAC. MY THIRD BORN, LET ME SAY.
There’s always, always going to be a fork in the road
In life, you must choose a path, you can’t simply fold
You’re created to change this world don’t let prison define you
Your body is behind the bars, not your mind, don’t let them confine you.
From my heart to yours