little boy,
one day you will unstitch yourself from that outgrown shadow
and find that your hands are no longer too small
to grasp at the clouds.
my love,
one day you will spread your new-fledged wings
and fly away from me
into the arms of your lover
but sweet, i won't mind -
i wish you sunbeam smiles
and butterfly kisses
and hope that your name is now your own.
i hope that you fit like a jigsaw
into the curve of his arms, love,
and that when you come together
you bring the broken world with you.










