I want to wrap you my son,
in rays of gold sun,
Mantle you in moonbeams &
spider´s silk webs,
To protect you from danger
& all the world´s ills,
And when you are soiled, I
shall wash you in snow,
I shall rinse you in raindrops
& early dawn´s dews,
When you stumble & fall,
I shall kiss you with blooms,
I shall caress your pains,
with soft feathered plumes,
Son, I want to cosset you
with love, forever & a day,
Yet, I know as your mother,
I must let you fly free,
To be the strong man that
you were destined to be.
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