Child of my breath,
you are not my mother’s chains,
you are not your mother’s grief.

You are seed and flame,
root and wing.
No denial shall bind you,
no anger shall stain you.

I give you truth for soil,
I give you love for water,
I give you courage for light.

Grow strong, little one.
Grow free.
The grief ends with me.
The strength begins with you.