To my little half

You were like a gale in the middle of the sea.

I was so not welcoming you.

With your tiny little hands, you held my ship.

No more to sail; I waited at the bay,

And stayed next you all day.

Now day by day, you are ebbing away.

A part of you in me is happy,

But a part me in you isn’t ready to let you go.

Don’t grow up so fast.

I wish to hold your tiny hands a little longer.

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