He resembles a son
She never had
He raises his eyebrows
His dark eyes stab into her
He is a good child
Hanging onto an ancient burden
She is a mangled soul
Struggling with a human’s world
He is the center of excellence
The source of hope
Max, a dark-skinned, dark-eyed
Little boy with so much joy
A child beyond mere words
A pure, truthful spirit
Max, a blessed musician
The King of his own Universe
Max, the biggest lover of life
Paralyzed of body, not of mind
He looks so fragile
Though he is sharp, strong
His laughter is ethereal, heaven
To her sore ears
He is unconditional love in motion