You will enter the world
on blue feet.
You will forget the stars
were ever born.
You will cry out in shock
and possible pain.
You will clench your fists
and beat the air.
Your breath will be thin
and invisible.
Your skin will be thick
with vernix.
You will weigh less
than a fern leaf.
You will have years
to grow into
and then out of
your own experiences.
You will suffer
from pivotal gaps.
You will bleed,
weep, break a bone.
You will fall
in many ways,
love, two left feet,
pride, fear, wonder.
Your heart will think
and your mind will win races.
You will decorate
each minute of my life
with each moment of yours.
I will catch you.
