If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

I often think of you,
do you ever think of me?
one day I hope we meet again,
you'd be so proud of me.

I want to share so much with you,
like all my favorite things.
There's so many things we could do,
so much you haven't seen.

Ten months ago,
you left us all alone.
Not even five months old then,
mommy six weeks pregnant
and alone.

I always wonder why
my daddy went away.
Mommy says you love me,
and you'd be back again someday.

So do you ever think of me,
the way I think of you?
Mommy says I look like you,
do you think so too?

Time goes by so fast,
I'm growing everyday.
I'll look very different soon,
that's why I wonder everyday...

If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

written for Mazzie my love