Que Sera
I have, in many moments,
Looked into your sweet little eyes and wondered
What might you become? If I can get this right?
On a few occasions, I have looked away with tears in mine and worried
What will become of you? If I can’t?
My why has always existed in those questions, bouncing frantically at times, in the space between them. Now as your own why starts to form, I take a step away to mirror you and I see.
I haven’t, I didn’t, I wonder what it would have been like, to have been asking instead.
What might I become? And what will become of me because I know and love you?
To have been more aware of all the ways that my struggle alongside yours was right. How I have always been becoming what we both need me to be.
From where I’m standing now, my why can rest easy, everything we have said, done, lived through and survived makes sense in my que sera. Wherever you go from here is yours. I am here with you but it is yours 
