With little hands you crawled from my womb
But you're not a baby now
You could be anyone
You're made of stardust and dinosaurs
And people I've never met

I gaze at you looking for some resemblance of anything I know
And you raise your brow and give me a dead stare
Because you find it weak of me
To love you so matter-of-factly

You can see
I don't know anything
Or  you

She figured me out by 15