Ma Mère

Merry Christmas, Mom

You stormed that red crossed bed
And believed in me
There I saw the first light
And my first caregiver

Fifteen years, now almost sixteen
And I'm alive without
A broken mind nor shattered eyes
Yes people, I'm breathing

I'm a lesser one
I'm a greater birth
But that never stopped you
And I'm still your baby

Let us sing the family tune
So loud and a touch out of key
With fragile glass lungs and sky-cast eyes
"I'm alive, I'm alive"