Ojúolápé
Little One,
I promise you this one thing:
We will never go through this again, ever.
We’re shedding the very last tears.
We’re breaking for the very last time.
We might have done this a million times before,
But it stops now.
Here.
Today.
So, grieve,
And cry,
And mend,
And heal as best as you can
Because tomorrow we will rise up,
Shake off the dust,
Wipe off the tears,
Put on our face,
And conquer the world.