It doesn’t feel, it simply was,
Yesterday you held my hand, swinging like a little monkey,
My curious and lovely angel,
I still see that smile, the light is there in your eyes,
But you are your own,
You always were,
It was selfish to ever think you were mine,
Selfish to wish for those days again,
But I do, I miss the days when you thought I could do anything,
You almost had me believe it to,
I miss the days when you would fight to go to bed, when play called our name,
I should have taken the time while it was there,
I see it now, water which slipped through and now lays as ice,
You’re an ocean, and I a vapor,
I had my time in the depths, it’s yours now,
I’m so proud of all that you do, even now, each day,
You’re always growing, yet always the same in this old heart of mine,
The next time it rains, it’ll be those moments I took with me to the clouds.