Remember little one when I could hold you in my hand,
when you strode on couches above the snow,
when sleepily I wrapped you against my chest
all those years ago?
now we wait, your chocolate hair mixed with gray
and hopping back and forth between our beds,
I'd listen for high pitched meow where
you'd be like, where's my food or where's your food?
Oh my yellow-green eyed baby, looking up
I'd carry you to see the world, I'd carry you