Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Your perfection and wonder how from me you came.
Why I was blessed in such a way, entrusted. And how,
How, beauty born
in this cruel world could be. Can I protect you? And I wonder if.
If you'll be okay, if I'll be enough.
You sleep, at peace, so sound.
You know not yet of worries and questions and concerns.
New still, you know not much.
Later, I will teach you.
But for now, I'll watch