A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down ... [+]
Your mom, Staring back at you
at night, with the sky full of stars
that tell you that you are loved,
Tell you that you are not alone.
You too are a star mother
You are not
I repeat, alone.
Don't forget to be
Just be here with me
Don't forget to breathe.
Mijo just breathe.