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.
Thoughts & travel 