Child
I see through your act,
the child that broke the vase.
I cradle your guilty, trembling bones.
Don't be scared, my child.
You outgrow my embrace,
toga stained in our red.
I fold myself in you,
hugging my littleness with your arms.
You don't scare me now.
How human we are—
forgiving, fusing, and far.
How human you are—
caring, confusing, and scarred.