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Succulents

Mom's and Dad's,

Feed your power-starved soul with a lick of incapacitated compassion. 

Kiss a heart's golden carapace with your fire-spitting lips, patching the fissures with a glass of bitter words. 

Your lack of tendency to bolt your doors, your easy eyes legible to every mere man limping on his emotions. 

Learn of love through the bull's eye and of lust through the misses. 

Stop pulling the veils from their eyes. 

Leave them innocent; allow them un-mangled. 

Betray not their trust in your homey wisdoms of life.

Tolerate their mistakes, accept their confusions. 

Embrace them in your mercy and benevolence. 

Demonstrate confession of your own sins. 

Sincerely feel the fire in which they might feel within themselves. 

Feed their power-starved souls with a lick of your compassion.

Establish the evidence in strength without ultimate power. 

Flourish their freedom.

Admire their faults, 

and ameliorate following your reverence. 

Show them a way. 

Maybe not your way, but a way nonetheless. 

Aid in the construction of their fervent cities, the impenetrable walls. 

So their eyes don't read all, so their minds are not fishable. 

Teach them to love with their lips and to kiss the fissures in a heartbreak until they are mended with words of radiance and inspiration. 

Encourage them to give up on groping for a perfect love, as there is no such thing. 

Encourage them to remember lust only when times are perfect, as there is such in existence.

Teach them. Water them. Grow them.  

Above all else: love them.