Seven.

Seven years since you made me your mother

And set me on the most wondrous path of becoming

Last night I cradled the crown of your sleeping head

And saw us wrapped in a sphere of golden light

Slowly dividing, gently parting

Until you stood illuminated, separate, whole

Ready to step forward into this new year

A threshold for us both

This seventh turn feels different—an ending that opens

A beginning that releases you into yourself

While I remain your constant, your fixed point

The dawn that knows your name

May this year trace a widening arc for you, my sonshine

As you venture forth, golden and brave.