Haelstrom

The day you came back for me was the day I was done. Lying there like a broken toy on the cold ground. You scooped me up and carried me off. It was snowing out side. I remember looking up at you and watching the flakes land on you and you smiled at me. I was so fragile and helpless. You whispered sweet words into my ear and kissed my forehead. "Don't be afraid, little bird," you whispered, "I'm right here. Don't be afraid." So you took me home and kept me warm. You restiched all of my broken seams, and made me look and feel more vibrant. You'd sing sweet songs to me as you worked, and you told me stories of you life, and every day, I was loo