my eyelids had refused
to come unstuck and sleep
the night before,
even as i coaxed her
to sleep, with an
out-of-tune lullaby,
my baby,
about to start school,
her first shaky step
into her own world, of wail
and then cool and wall…
can i hold your hand,
balance you a bit
before you catch the rhythm
and waltz away, out of my grip?
can i tango with you
one last time, now,
when i can keep pace, be on cue?
can i share your lisps
and chatter for a wee bit more
before you shut me out,
out of a world your own, mine no more?
can i iron your dress
for tomorrow,
style it my way,
just a few times more
before you decide
that i have no style,
none worth showing, pride,
no more an element you see in my tile?
can i be friends
with you through the years,
grow up with you, like your peers,
and relive being,
through you?
this isn’t to say
i dislike your growing
into your own,
only to say,
i’ll miss you,
i already do.
Lovely sentiments…..
It is. Once they can fly themselves they just love the freedom.
@lezoemusings, ayasonice, andy:
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