Day 8: Child

Day 8 (This is decidedly not the prompt)

Child

It hurts to look

to look at you.

All me and sprinkles of 

her.

Every facial twitch 

familiar,

Every sound and thought

foreign.

I recall you

I recall you small and 

ever-needing.

Now you are your own 

rudder -

you slip past my fingers

as dry sand.

It hurts to look at you.

My heart is full to 

bursting.

It bursts and tears at 

seams.

You are bright and mine, 

yet yours.

I hope you reach your

heights with 

painless leaps.

I hope

I hope you'll 

understand.