This makes my heart swell with love, joy, pride of mama-hood,
and sadness for an innocent little elf who deserves so, so much more.
God bless you, William James Maxwell Cunningham.
You are my everything.
I will never, ever abandon you — and I will give you every iota of my heart and soul
as long as I am alive
on this earth.
♥ ♥ ♥
You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you like a tree,
A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree —
Balding, gelded by lightning — an illusion,
And a sky like a pig’s backside, an utter lack of attention.
But right now you are dumb.
And I love your stupidity,
The blind mirror of it. I look in
And find no face but my own, and you think that’s funny.
It is good for me
To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung.
One day you may touch what’s wrong
The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush.
Till then your smiles are found money.
Sylvia Plath 26 September 1962