our luck

ragged beginning
misfiring heart
not made right
as his mother
I wondered
my fault?

doctors said no
one in a million
our luck
our luck?
so much trauma
so much pain

still, the gifts
a different kind
of closeness
my sister said
he grew me up
hell of a way

few regrets
how could there be?
beautiful boy
saucer eyes
ready giggle
pulled me in

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