Parent
to Child
“Teach
me how to love,” begged a child of ice,
“Teach
me how to hold things dear.
All
my life, I have only known the coldness
Of
empty rooms and broken promises.”
“Teach
me how to smile like other children,
Teach
me how to laugh and sing.
I’m
still cold after sitting by the fireplace
Because
for me, no fire burns within.”
“Teach
me how to make a friend (because I have none),
Teach
me how to scream and cry.
If
only I could get rid of this numbness
That
renders me unable to empathize.”
“Teach
me how to show gratitude and compassion,
Teach
me how to love someone deeply,
Nothing
is capable of hurting me now,
But
nothing can make me feel happy.”
“I
will make your icy heart melt,” I tell her.
“I
will light a fire in your soul.
I
will show you kindness and consideration,
To
fix you and to make you whole.”
“I
will be your friend when no one else is,
I
will make you laugh and cry and sing.
You
can trust that every promise, I’ll keep,
And
in an empty room, you I will never leave.”
“Take
my hand and don’t let go.
I
promise that I’ll hold on, too.
You’ll
feel many things but never cold
So
long as I am right next to you.”
Ananya S.
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