Mother cried out child don’t contain yourself for you are going to burn. What’s inside of you worth more than a crystal of a rare stone. Once upon a time I had the privilege of carrying that stone inside of me even when I couldn’t see it I felt its worth  and I had a vision of its beauty.  The blessings of a strong offspring are upon you. Like a lily among thorns you are a flower that grew from concrete. In Gods’ eyes I became a child and believed in fairy tales. Wished for you to have a skin as soft as fur and eyes as pure as  a snow. Lips as sweet as honey and most of all I wished for a heart of gold. Dear diamond child I refined you from stones coz I knew that one day you will reflect me. You will be admired by a prince coz in my eyes you are royal. child of my womb, the seed of  my loins.