Advice To Thy Nursling. - Poem by Hannah York
When I am gone I hope there's someone there for you,
O fall in love swiftly child,
Someone to protect you from this madness,
I do not wish for you to feel helpless,
I wish for you the duckling to flourish into the swan.
O cherish childhood and happiness,
Do not rush into adulthood frail child,
The terror and anger in this world is no good for such a tender mind.
Take the leap,
Yet never fail to grasp a cautious peek,
And even if impending doom looms ahead,
Advance with strength and bravery.
Never give up,
Look to the sun if your struggle becomes too much,
And I, O child will guide and guard you,
Ask and I will stand beside you.
Then when your journey is complete,
And your steed is worn out,
We shall meet once again,
And the sun shall go out.
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