Hmm.
Something about holding an infant today.
I should mention the seeming weightlessness
Of the little one
And how holding her was like cashing in a
Get-out-of-jail free card.

I should mention that I am broken.
I am piecing myself together, but
not nearly fast enough.
I hold baby with the weight of the world on my shoulders

Lifted,
If only for a moment.
Infant and I are in another world
with the defeated Jazz in the abandoned background.

I stare down at her, haphazardly searching for a way to
Protect her from what is to come.
I can't.
Her heart will be torn.
She will cry and no one will listen.
She will feel small and insignificant
In a large, apathetic world.

Then I look into her blazing eyes.
All I can think about is
Delicate daisies.

And my mother.