Son, don’t cry,
for this is not a goodbye.
I will be here, there and everywhere.
with or without, but my love won’t wither.
When you are lonely and scared,
send me a thread of words
and I will weave you a sweater.
It will protect you from the cold world,
cold wounds and cold words.
If you have to walk in darkness
I will twinkle a little brighter.
such that your shadow ,
will shine in wonder.
It will dance, to make you happy.
If you feel hollow and empty,
I will poke the fabric of nature,
vibrate it, to hum a lullaby.
I may disappear in time,
but my presence will
grow old with you, son!
This year in April 2019 I have attempted the #NaPoWriMo challenge to write a poem each day for one month and I can’t believe I have already completed 29/30. Thank you for reading and supporting. Tomorrow will be the last. (or may be the beginning of an endless journey through poetry?! )