Eleven

Eleven years

Of PTSD

Of sleep deprivation

Of appointments

Of medications
Of feeds

Of therapies

Of fear

Of worry
Of isolation 

Of heartache

Of disbelief

Eleven years 

Of miracles 

Of gratitude

Of amazement

Of wonder

Of pride

Of smiles
Of laughter
Of inclusion

Of happiness

Of believing

Of love.

Eleven years I could not change because to change would to be without you. 

Show me the next eleven years, I’m ready. You are my hero, Elin.

Mum x

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