To future generations

Darling, if only I could
give you a heart
of bronze,
a heart no one
could break,
or rust with
promises
doomed from the start,
clinging to them,
rotting, corroding,
until you wish
you never learned
to love.

Darling, if only I could
give your tender soul
some kind of armor,
enough barriers against
the sharp cruelty 
some are so ready to yield.

If I could,
I would give you
wings
to carry you far,
far away
when everything suddenly becomes
too hard to bear,
to leave behind those 
prying eyes
and ascend, sweeping
through the air,

I would give you
eyes that capture starlight,
twinkling, shining,
so you always see
hope
light your path,

I wish you golden arms, warm with sunlight,
so you ne'er feel cold inside, but
share your warmth, compassion,
with those who need a hug
the most,

I ask the universe to give you
confidence
so they can never
make you doubt
the constellations of
your brilliant mind,
your unique self,

but most of all,
I hope you strive to
find the best
in everyone else.