You were smaller then,
You called me Da Da.
Id pick you up,
hold you close,
Tears and snot, seeping through my shirt.
I wish I had that shirt,
wish I never washed it.
Id wear it always,
And pick you up,
hold you close,
And remember when,
when you were smaller then.
Praying that You and I,
would never end.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
You were smaller then,
You called me Da Da.
Id pick you up,
hold you close,
Tears and snot, seeping through my shirt.
I wish I had that shirt,
wish I never washed it.
Id wear it always,
And pick you up,
hold you close,
And remember when,
when you were smaller then.
Praying that You and I,
would never end.
My firstborn daughter holds a special place in my heart, I forget that at times, wish I never did. A silly wish, really. I cant help being perfect, and can you blame me? I was born this way. I couldnt choose perfect anymore than I could my own skin color.
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