Please oh please make his feet as sturdy as a track
make his stomach a harbour whose nearby beaches show ridges of sand caressing the water
make his back a bridge between tension and release
his buttocks dunes of rock where to weather the storm
change his arms into hammers to serve and protect
may his chest become a casket housing the soul.
But please, please, make his shoulders grow wide,
unfold and span the sky,
wings looking upwards
she can climb on and fly
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