Teach me how to do that.
To stand alone and face your fear head on.
I see your face, unreadable and calm, but you must tell yourself something.
What is it?
I need those words to live inside my heart, too.
How old are you, really? How many lifetimes have you seen?
To be able to do that thing you do when everything doesn’t go like you wanted.
From where do you summon that courage?
Maybe you can’t tell me, and I will understand;
sometimes learning must come through watching.
So, I’m watching my beautiful boy.