My Child,
Drought runs deep in your veins
The Earth’s soil is bitter to you
Your mother’s sun scorches your stem
My Child,
I see you drowning
In the storms of anger
Your skin drained of blood
My Child,
I wish to cradle you tenderly
Rock you to sleep
And rest you on the moon
My Child,
Close your eyes
I’ll wake you when the winds die down
And shelter you from the flood
My Child,
Watch the stars
Hold my hand
And we’ll carry you home
My Child.
-Vanessa Ferronato
