My Blue Child

I let you go now, my blue child.

Fly away, I make you wings of memory and pain.
The wings that offered healing once would not come again.

Your pain is now complete, your pain is past.
Our pain is torn and tearing, our pain will last.

I played a counting game upon your back when we were small.
Then I had your wounds to count. I could not count them all.

A prince come from a star, with golden hair;
I took you to my heart, I held you there.

You were my own, and every threat to you made me fierce.
Now I must be, yet cannot be, fierce enough for this -

to let you go now, my blue child