I won’t shove a needle and a thread
Into your hands and bind you with lead
Nor will I extradite you
To strangers, mountebanks and egotists
To force their shackles onto your wrists;
The ways of women, ways of men
Passed on from hen to hen
Drake to drake.
What I’m hoping to give you is
The ways to fill the canvas, the possibilities
To point you to the source
Teach you how to swim
Follow every stream
For you are what you dream.
I trust you will learn
How to discern
A weed from a rose
I won’t impose, but bear in mind
A weed isn’t always unkind
And every rose has its thorns.
And please, look for beauty
In whatever you may undertake
Wherever you may awake.
I will, I will
Instill the beauty in you
Long before you are conceived
(I am your mother even as we speak)
I will not let my sorrows shriek
Your face I seek across the present-future.
And I beseech you, forgive
Your father and myself
For our love will outlive our faults;
Love is the sole fuel to my will
To predict and to kill
The future errors of my ways
But so many are eluding me still.
And whatever I can’t fathom
Solve or foresee
I hope I’d learn it from thee
As much as you’ll learn from me.
I close my eyes, I see you sleeping
A druid in the wee body newborn
A beautiful alien in a skin unworn
I wonder what you’re dreaming of.
(October 2019)
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