a poem to my children

Darling,
You are what I meant along.

You are the human set before me,
no need to be molded,
only understood.

You are divine.
You are in line
with the stars and the patterns of the universe.
You are meant to be.

Your hair is counted,
your breath is measured,
and your heart
keeps pumping.

You are a person, fully.

You don't need me to make you.
You are already made,
fearfully and wonderfully.

You don't need me to stitch you together,

only hold you together.

It is with fear that I consider
your existence,
because without you
I could not exist -
I would take on another existence.
A fragment.

They think you need me
but it is I who needs you.
Every day is a surrender and an understanding
that you
are not mine.