How can I shelter you, my little one? This world is so savage. People stopped being people long ago, and their love is no longer love. You bloom and trust the light, while I lie awake with dread and doubt. How I wish to draw you from this cup--- bitter, brimming with poison---to keep you safe? The mother in me quakes, cries out in rage and despair... After the tarnished coin, even a brother betrays his brother! Who will love you, my little one? Who will dare so much? When you grow, my guardianship will fade--- the vigilance, the faithfulness will end. You will unfold your own wings, carry your head high alone, scale your mountains, hungry with longing and thirst. I will not shadow you forever, but I will stay your friend---for all my days!
# To My Child You came from beyond the stars, a gift wrapped in silence and starlight— I held you once, in a dream, before you were born into breath. Your eyes held questions I'd never asked, your tiny fists clenched secrets the universe whispered to you alone. I am merely the threshold through which you entered this world. Do not ask me to teach you what the wind already knows, what the trees have learned in their patient, rooted years. I can only offer you my stumbling, my beautiful, necessary mistakes. You will outgrow my arms, my voice will fade like an old song, and you will find your own way through the bright and terrible dark. This is not loss— this is the only love that matters: to let go completely, to trust the wings you are still learning to use. I am small, a temporary keeper of wonder. You are the forever. You are the question the earth keeps asking and the answer it will never quite find. Go. Become what calls to you in the depths of your becoming. I will be here, somewhere behind your footsteps, smiling at the distance.
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