Words by: Revgene Marie Andicoy
The world had seemed to come undone,
Dreams wane right before my eyes,
Wondering if my maker’s will left me for naught
“What do I do?”
I felt you grow beneath my hand
Nights grew long, days more unsure
What if the world saw less of me?
Would I grow dim if I give you all my light?
Yet in the quiet hush before the dawn,
A tiny wail, a little voice calls out my name,
Soft hands grasp mine, so frail, too small
And oh, all the world is not the same
Still, I think of her, the girl I was in early morns
Laughing loudly with her soul in foreign streets
Or with a stethoscope as she made rounds
Wild, boundless, and life— her own
But here on out, I’ve chosen you
With a gift of a life more than my own
For once, the world was hell’s black night
A chasm deep and sorrow steep
But out you came, a bloom in winter’s wake
The endless spring beneath Demeter’s feet
Steadfast and a conqueror as the world bows
Not in fear, but in awe of all you rise to be
My love, these books, these weary nights,
The pages worn, the lessons learned,
I trace your name between the lines
Each letter sparks within me
Through storms, exams and quiet cries,
All of which they won’t hear nor see
But I’ll bear the weight and work my dues
Every sacrifice so your mirth be earned
I chase a future, bright yet far from what once I saw
Every tear and every sigh, each step too steep
I carry a hope to walk this road not just for me
But for my guiding light, you my darling little star
So when you dream, dream bold and wide,
Let no fear steal the spark you own,
For all the world I once desired—
I give to you, my love, my world