For my baby ..
For my baby B..
It’s been a year the jacket is too small,
it’s been a year those shoes doesn’t fit her anymore.
Her golden curls are longer, her steps are bigger,
the hand that used to hold me can grip and write with ease without a fear,
her sentences are longer, she says the words correctly,
she’s braver and she’s stronger, she is no more tiny baby.
But all that I had longed for, had all remained the same,
the love she gives me by warping little hands around my neck,
the happy screaming noises, her laughter, the way she says my name,
the little faces that she makes when we explore the world around,
the way she keeps me smiling when my world goes down.
It’s been a year my baby is now bigger, soon she won’t be baby any more,
but in my heart I’ll keep her so even when she’s grown I can still cuddle her and kiss her… and back in time we both shall go,
to those moments when she was so very small and sat down with a book of photos her little days we’ll recall.