I'd give you a locket
An imaginary locket
That you'd keep around your neck
For good measure.
A picture of us in fairy dust and charcoal nights
I'd wake up every time for you
Cuddle you till you weren't sad
And in the end we'd be glad
you'd opened up
till the time you reach my age
Me your grandmother's age.
At both sides of life it's okay;
If I tattooed your name on my wrist it would mean something
More than an ownership.
You'd never have to pay for your existence,
Never shed a tear over words thrown around like birthday presents I could pride myself on being acts of love.
Sometimes I fear I'm too small to bear a child
Too compressed by bad genes but in that there'd be so much determination to do it right.
From your locket I would shine the softest light.