A perfect-picture day. No humidity, plenty of sun and puff-ball clouds. I decided to take a few photos to look at on those hot and humid days, when it is better to remain inside.
ALL GROWN UP
Pitter patter little feet
So short, our eyes don’t meet
Busy body, fingers on the go
I can’t keep up, please hurry and grow.
First day of school, tears in my eyes
You smile at me as you wave goodbye
You bring me home your colored sheet
I bend down and our eyes, they meet.
He asked you to the prom you say?
The smile on your face gives you away
Twinkles in your eyes show me
You aren’t that little girl I used to see.
Married? What? Oh no way
You’re much to young to have this say
Why I just gave birth to you a few years ago
You can’t be grown, please tell me so.
The call came in the middle of the night
Our bags are packed for an immediate flight
We rush between the double doors
Our little girl is gone for ever more.
I hold the bundle in my arms
Our hearts are bonding, my little charm
Why I remember like yesterday
When your mamma and I used to play.