They Didn't Tell Me

 They didn't tell me,

your fears,

would mimic mine.

They didn't tell me,

there'd be a hard year,

so very young. 

And they didn't tell me,

yours fears,

would force me,

to face my own.

Grow, 

rather than groan.

They didn't tell me,

your imagination,

a bright light,

would illumine a world,

not yet fully in sight.

They didn't tell me,

your smile,

 a beautiful shining fawn,

would sparkle every dawn.

 And they didn't tell me,

your intellect, 
would surpass mine, 
so very quick!

Was that a neat trick? 

They didn't tell me,

your mind,
like the dusk,

needs to settle and soothe.

And they didn't tell me,

your world would be so vast,

in such a small space.

They didn't tell me,

sheltered by forest home,

bound by walls of green and loam,

that we would journey,

into darkness,
together.

And come into the light.

Yes, child, 

it will be alright.