My youngest was born
On your birthday
All those years ago
He is kind, wise and generous 
Born under the same sign

I'd lost memories like quicksand
Till I saw you, resurrected 
Now I have dreams to protect you
From prying lips and eyes

All hours I spent
Watching, wondering
Which words would suffice to say
Now I clumsily write them down
In hope for brighter days

I left the lap of nature
For a piece on heritage street
Left behind a part of me
I am yet to retrieve 

I long to nurture another
Tending to their wounds
Catching any words that fall
Just like you did for me