My little warrior one,

The sister's special sun,

The darling of the father,

The lightning yet to come,

I found you 'for I saw you,

In the deepest eyes

Of brown and green and blonder things

Of Alexandra's smiles.

Have you heard the tales

Enough to make you weep?

You are still too young to know

The secrets we yet keep.

A family is everything,

And blood will boil the stone.

But speak in words and listen long

And maybe red will run.

And maybe rock will rust,

Oxidized in breath

Of the very voice that grows

Now within your chest.

Maybe on this day,

You turn around and bloom,

Maybe there's an octave more

Your range will stretch up to

And down into the depths

To find both sky and root,

For, both are yours, my handsome one,

If you press on, unmute.

For, once upon a life,

There will be such a one,

As will defy all logic,

Knock down what's lost or won.

And if you counted up

Until that fated time

All the pros and cons, well hun,

This one outnumbers rhyme.

You will do your best,

As I expect you to,

To calm, consider nurture

And what's naturally accrued.

In mathematics, hemispheres,

Or literary lands,

In flights of notes through ear and air,

Or flows of bodily brands,

In building brooks and balconies

Each brick by bolder beam,

In microscopic visions of

The multiversersial seam,

In all the ways you find

Your curiosity

Drawing you into the world

Well, so you'll start to gleam

That no matter the way

Into the explanation,

This one is yours and you belong

To this, one, punctuation.

You see, she has been my baby,

This woman cradling you,

Who carried you awhile,

And longer grew you too,

And who forever will,

Forever, not until:

As soon as you were known,

You wrote your mother's will.

As she has written mine,

From centuries ago,

Lifetimes that see space-time

Bending all I know.

She has been my purpose,

My shame and my distress,

My greatest joy and honor,

My Saulite, my best.

She, in lighted aura,

No matter where she's gone,

No matter what she willed,

Has been the paragon

Of me, who is becoming

Ever more myself.

And you are now the chariot

That leads her to herself.

So let me love you more

Than veins through you can bear,

And in this wasteful world we'll not

A single droplet spare.

And if you want me not,

At this time or the next,

I'll hang on tight but all cool-like

Until you shoot a text.

And then, my little warrior niece,

You better know your strength,

For even in the depths of doubt

Your Auntie's an arm's length

Away, no matter what the pain

Or what the whirling dervish!

She'll be there to fight the fight

Or just stand at your service.

I love you, handsome Emerson,

I love you, you will see,

All the ways I love you,

All you mean to me.

I see you in my sister,

In whom I see myself.

So, selfishly, I love you;

Your heart holds my own wealth.

And teach me how to love you back,

I have yet much to learn,

People-watch or strolls in parks,

In sharing we're reborn.

Have I said, "I love you" yet,

My little warrior heart?

I'll answer that: "Not lately, no."

Well then, I love you, you little fart.