Monday, March 7, 2011

If you could know how much I love you,
in my messy way,
falling over in that stupid adult manner.
Yesterday I forgot what it was to be seven.
Caressing your cheek in your sleep
a silky pillow of lessons
somewhere along the milky way.
Perhaps I can still learn to be a child
and free you like I should
so you can soar
and laugh
without the pull
of my ignorance.

1 comment:

Todd said...

stunningly sweet.