When I was young, I thought I knew
everything.
My parents, always telling me what
to do and who I could talk too.
They never seem to know, who I really
was.
Or at least that is what I use to think,
before I began on my own.
So many times, I dreamed of going back
in time, to a child that was cuddled and
loved.
But as I grew, so did they, and the hugging
did cease, not as much as it use to be.
Did I grow away from them, or the old
saying "Let them go".
If I could turn back time, if I could make
you smile once more, before I turn and
walk away. I would gladly do so, as my
heart is still with you.
Even though I've grown, do not push me
away. For I am still your child.
And this child still needs your love and
caring ways.
Please do not close the door on me.
Written By:
Donna Le
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