LXXV.
You are so small, little ones
So small and fragile, like the littlest of birds
I feel as though I could break your bodies in my hands
Break your hearts in my mouth
And leave you broken on the floor
I can make no claims on you
I can not ask for your love
I took you from home, from kin
Took you from everything that once was yours
Came to you in blood and fear
Drove your mother to her death
And took you away without allowing you even to bid farewell
So small you both were, so afraid, and so alone
And so alone was I
I do not think that loving you
Will wash away the blood
Nor heal your hurts and fears
Even if you cling to me for warmth and love
I do not think that I can love
Without ruining what I touch and love
I am afraid to hurt you
I am afraid I will ruin you both
You with bright smiles and good cheer
You with clever hands and solemn eyes
Chasing butterflies
Plucking harp strings
I am afraid I will ruin you both
But do not be afraid, I say
When you come to me in tears
Over hurts and fears
For I love you
Selfishly, maybe
Overpoweringly, perhaps
But do not be afraid
I love you more than earth and sky