Go, My child - by Adam Zameenzad

GO, MY CHILD
The touch of your face
burns my hand.
And your eyes hurt
the sand.

Stay,
My child,
Stay another year,
an hour?
I have much to say.

I would cut my arteries open
And dance
Myself to death
If I could renew
My blood in you,
And mince my meat
With sand
To replenish the land
That is to be
Your second womb.

But I cannot
And you cannot.

I know that look.

There is another sky
that calls.
Another love
that will not wait.
A bond
You cannot break.

Forgive me,
My child,
For making it hard,
I am selfish.

Go,
My child
Go.

Prosper and thrive,
Grow
beyond my touch.

And remember
My child
there is much
to remember.