Your post touched me very deeply Fantasio. I thought and thought about it... how to comfort you in this thing that is so close to my heart. Finally I decided to post the following, (which is somewhat poem like so I hope that's allowed), that I wrote many years ago to comfort myself and also mourn. This one is for The Childe that is You.
Back to The Beginning --
Mother, Sister, Daughter Be
Got lost and Tossed upon The Sea
4Gotten Childe or Traveller Free
She knows them All, except for me.
Childe looks upon the Starry Sky’s
Of other When’s and Other Whys
She Sees the Truth, but fears the lies
Great Sails did ever Search, or Try?
The Lost and Wandering Little Childe
Climbs high on branch of Forest Wild
Still searches Winds both fierce and mild
For signs of Sails that breach the night
And breathes her deepest Childe’s Heart
Her greatest Hope, her deepest dark
They are but late! It cannot be
That they have gone… and forgotten me.
This Childe still looks ever upward. And so will you. Eventually The Sails will come. It is Written.
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