Mother.
But don't worry,
I have waited so long for this experience,
I am excited.
I am floating,
Mother.
I am afraid of heights. No longer.
There will be chocolate and lollypops,
At the end of it.
They asked me if I will miss things,
Mother.
But I haven't figured out yet,
What there was for me to miss.
There will be kittens.
I can see through you,
Mother.
Can you see through me?
Maybe that would explain the crying,
But the pain has passed.
It was brief,
Mother.
Or so they tell me.
But the stars and moons carry me somewhere warmer.
And though the time was cold,
You should know,
Mother,
It was not your fault.
