Saturday, December 3, 2011

Coming Back

I cannot determine the distinct day
that she grew, but somehow
it wedged itself in.
I remember us, hand in hand,
and we considered ourselves
mature. Adults. Already there.
We weren't, of course. We were
far off from the destination point.
But now, I see she's certainly
changed the way she acts and thinks.
And my, it does fit her well.