When the seed was planted

A seed needs darkness

Before it sprouts.

It is the only way it knows

Where the sunlight is.

The only way it knows

The direction it needs to go.

My first child was conceived

On the longest night of the year

During the darkest time of my life.

He is the light I bore out of

The pain of too many midnights

A perfect soul

To show me

How to grow

How to expand

How to break out of a shell

And how to find warmth.

He was the seed

And so was I.

Two tiny hopes

Who together

Found our roots.


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