Child
Child, you have been an adult
Since your soul eyes could see
The currency of love for you was too deep
Too raucous a concept for her to bear
And so we became what the adult would not
It was a choice to be a parent to the adult
But that did not mean equal consent to become
Her own core had rotted, and so your tree’s roots
Also became a reflection of such sour spoils
Child, you have been mature since your parent would not be
The choice the adult made to be petty and manipulative is not your fault
It was never your fault
Your garnet child is still there
Cradled in the roots of your subconscious
She is your own best love
The one who takes and takes the pain, but never ends
The suffered hands of my garnet child
Are burnt from the inferno that I could not stop
With my tears of betrayed motherhood
Child, you have been here before
And you will be here again
But that does not mean the Grace
Of being alive
Is not yours to breathe
Life is yours to collect
The dragonfly of your mouth
Is still there
And it whirs, ever present
Let your tears, be the garden on which
We grow more love
Than we were ever afforded
-ABV
