Dear me,
Wow, you're so young,
But our faces look so close;
Both our jaws bend the same,
But your's is a little softer;
Brown's the colour of our eyes,
But never have yours been tired.
But when did all that change?
You're right, you should never know,
Your future, fate and what's to come,
But I think I'll let you know anyways.
You'll still write, but not stories
And you'll rarely dream,
But it's alright, you will find,
That it's all so much better.
No you won't ever learn guitar,
Play it right or write a song,
But you'll make music,
In so many other ways.
And I am so sorry little one,
But you will live without joy for so long,
And you'll make a million rules,
About your body and your blood
And you will break,
Every single one.
But I promise you, despite everything,
You are loved. You are loved.
And no the movies lied,
It won't feel like magic,
It'll feel like home,
Comfort, warmth and safety,
And you'll like it so much better that way.
Yes you'll still stand tall and proud,
But you will always apologize,
For every single tear that falls,
And even when you laugh too loud.
It's something we will work through,
Together, as we grow.
And little one, your smiled changed,
Because you survived the hurt and pain
You smile brighter.
- C.c
