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Oh to be You, My Child
My Daughter Jenna
To be you my child,
So pure, and unknowing of life.
To have that innocence again would be a gift and a curse.
A gift to feel the feeling of not being responsible for anything at all.
Totally and uncondionally loved by eyes that gaze upon you with joyfulness.
What a gift.
The curse would be losing that feeling again.
The journey was not an easy one.
It was filled with deceptions, sadness,
And realizations that hardened my soft heart.
The curse of growth.
I can envision my old self in you.
I see the child I use to be before the world took hold of me
And molded me with the strains and stresses of reality.
How thankful I am for you.
My savior sent to lift that curse,
And soften my heart once again.
The beauty of it all.
Purity and unconditional trust shining.
How divine it is to see again
And know that I helped create it again.
How amazing to see love materialized into a living being.
You are a gift.
A true gift to me and to the world.
My hope is that you do not make the journey I did.
I want for you to remain unmolded,
And to instead be the molder of the world you came in to.