I press lightly, encroach on your space
You push back, saying “I am here.”
I rarely talk to you, but then I rarely talk
I don’t want to give any false impressions
I press lightly to let you know I am here
And I always will be
Sometimes I’m scared I won’t be enough
My age is catching up to how old I feel
Energy ebbing, a tide running out
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s you’re siblings
I want to be here for you like I was for them
Because you are my last.
But then, I’ve said that before.
All my worries are old worries
Recycled, reused, sometimes reduced
Because I know what’s coming -
The crying, the sleepless nights
Because I know what’s coming -
The smiles, the laughter
Because I know what’s coming -
The growing, the leaving behind
Because I know what’s already here-
The love
About the Creator
Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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