Intricate Threads

Of six sweet summers

You are my joy

My sunlight through ancient webs

My little boy, my pride

 

Your laughter, the very sound of an embrace,

Bubbles and expands from your rosebud lips

Reaching its fingers through me

Through my soul

Reverberating in the empty chambers of my heart

 

Your eyes, so clear and pure

Like the finest dewdrops glittering in the morn,

Oh, those eyes, so blue, so wide

So unprepared for what’s to come

 

Of those six short summers,

I couldn’t face you and say

Those words, inevitable destiny

I wanted to just preserve today

 

Oh the tangled webs I weaved

Around your innocent soul

Silver threads, my best, my everything

Cocooning you from the soon-to-be blow

 

Intricate silk, all intertwined

A thousand lies woven as one

A net, a blanket shielding you from

The harsh truth

The stark reality

The lonely future that awaits

 

This raging war within me

Had brought out my white flag

Its poisoned touch seeping through me

Like the dark legs of

A regretful spider

Surrendering to the cruelty of time

 

My little spider,

I bid you a slow farewell

For I know, like those who came before knew

That the owners of these webs

Of lies and protection

Are always orphaned

But never without love.

The End

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