JAC

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

V.