Mother’s? Father’s? Which dreams will you acquire ?
Heritage will whisper them to you. The universe its others.
What you choose will steer future mothers/fathers.
Just know, you will cry before you hope, will grasp
for tomorrow and maybe catch a star or just dull sky.
Throw the best out to the universe, the worst bury far.
For now, sleep little child. Let life slowly form around you.
You’re too small for such big things. Grow, let them grow.
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