Oh, see the sun-
flower grow into the slant

of your smile.
Knit me a jumper

two sizes too big
so I can rise up to my existence,

fill up the space that once was
my self-doubted weeds growing

through cracks in the pavement.
I will thrive into an oak,

build tree houses as old as time.
For when they ask me about you,

I can tell them, we were meant
to be. One

hand placed upon my stomach,
the other guiding sleep

to my eyes. You told me to rest,
my darling, close your eyes

and fall into me. I will catch
you.