This is not poetry.

Hey, little sister, little daughter, little mother
my flesh and blood before me
you are loved
you are not going away
not into death
not into oblivion
not merely into the mists of memory
where, they say, yesterdays go--
Hey little one I feel so protective of
you are the mother who gave me birth
your blood runs in my veins
you are the teacher who brought me here
you are the guide who led me in these ways--
Hey Great Progenitor, you are
so scared of me now
because isn't it true
that Zeus must kill Cronus
that Maui must kill his grandmother
that I must kill you now to become me?
Hey Powerful Creatrix, do you think
I to eat your power will slay you?
You give me birth now and at every moment
even in the hour of my death--
Know then that death is not the end.
Hey Goddess giving birth to the God,
you will always be with me,
within me,
beside me and behind me,
and I will never lack you.
Hey Queen of my Youth, you are
fragile as a butterfly, and so scared--
I remember how scared I was when I was inside you--
but if I am a powerful being now
about to undergo transformation
my skin flayed
my flesh eaten
my bones rearranged
in order to be reborn anew
still your power brought me here.
It was Your power and strength that protected me all this time
that nurtured me to the foot of this mountain
through a wilderness of fear.
I followed a butterfly who fled from me
but only You could have had the strength to get me this far.
Oh Goddess Mother Self of my Past
Good night. Good work.
Sleep well.
I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

Love always and forever,
Your Self of Tomorrow's Dawn