she was still
a child.
young and fresh,
so tender.
she couldn't go out there.
she is still
a child.
full of innocence,
full of life.
i wouldn't let her leave.
but she is
growing older.
stronger and wiser.,
adventurous.
she thinks shes ready to leave.
says she is
older.
needs to explore,
needs to go her own way.
i cry as i watch her leave.
i accept
the fact,
that she cant always be.
wrapped up in a blanket,
sleeping with her nightlight,
and her dollies beside her.
inspiration: looking at old pictures with my mom