it seems like every night
i am chasing the minutes left
wondering what happened
and how it is i missed so much.
at one time they were so little
and every single day seemed to last forever -
i was just so tired.
now i am wide awake
and they are big
and 2 became 12
and 4 is 14
and i keeping asking them to stop.
stop growing.
stop leaving.
stop breaking my momma heart
at the very same time you fill it up.
i think it is awful that
if love its a verb,
it's easy to be too busy to love.
i'm signing up for do-overs.
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