Zyphera

I will make you be the most loved. With this love, you’ll do what you like. At your arrival, all my strength will be assembled for your unique progress. Chosen to protect your first breaths, I’ll deliver modest knowledge and sincere emotions and will sign it with ambition by what you will have to take: your name. I’ll introduce you to life, its pains and joys. I will always protect you from losing yourself. Then I’ll follow you in what you are, never too far and close enough. When you will grow up, I will make your old nest your shelter where you will hide and find the essential that you might miss. I will encourage you by my smiles on your wounds, by my words on your thoughts. Then, you will leave stronger and more loved until our next encounter. You will always be the gift selfishly claimed: my gift. It will be difficult to see you fly. I will revenge on those that you will generate, seeking in their eyes your return to me. When it will be my turn to leave you, I will resist –for you to never feel abandoned. I will give you my latest breath so its air will fill your heart forever.