To be blessed in life
To be given
The gift of a Godmother 

A child, small and fragile, snuggled in the arms of a soft armchair...

A child lost in a small head of wonderment and confusion...

Lost in a world, in a large place full of shadows and darkness. 

There is a Godmother, a fairy Godmother with a magic wand
The wand flows through the wisdom in her words
The magic unlocks the door into the light

The blending of compatibility
Her likeness to a little lost self
Buried within a dark moment

There is a Godmother that shines
And sparkles through her sensitivities
A Godmother that lifts the heart through a smile

Through the long years, through the biology of life
There is no island, no refuge from the feelings
A harbor protected against the waves of angst 
As the terrain of self catches fire

The Godmother’s magic wand touches
Losing the moment, a transportation
Into a realm of timelessness as
The thoughts become air and
The emotions wash away like water 

To be blessed in life
To be given
The gift of a Godmother