New and safe.
New and loved.
New and praised.
New and innocent.
You exist in new coats
You exist in shiny car seats
Adorn in pink, you turn each head down the streets
You exist in a state of serenity
Sprinkled with this
The beauty of Cassiopeia
Sprinkled with that
The innocence of Astraea
Rooms welcome you
They wait, ready for you. Longing for your return
You exist in photos
You exist in weekend recaps
You exist as perfect— your parents agree
You exist because of them
You exist everywhere but with me
Living in a state of oblivion
Living in the world through your growing eyes
They discover new things
Living in a world where pinching your finger is
Living in the worst.
You have not grown into this wicked world
You have not adapted to this ruthless planet
For that you are lucky
And for that, I am forever in admiration of you
And a bit jealous
I wait for the moment
When the stars align
I wait to know you
When you can become more than the upstairs cry