Can you wait for me, my child?
Can you wait for me to grow?
I see you’re turning 5 next week,
These years have passed so slow
and yet I find inside of me
myself a baby still.
Please also wait while I attend
to screaming toddler me.
I’m sorry that they pull and tug
and turn my eyes from you.
Inside I go to calm them down,
or push them to the side.
I don’t want frozen parts of me,
I only wanted one.
So wait for me to grow a bit
before your childhood’s done.
I wish I could explain to you
what happened in my past,
Perhaps one day you’ll work it out
when you ask about my scars.
I know that you can’t wait for me,
I’d never hold you back.
I’ll give you love and safety, son,
Go far, be loud and free,
so when you’ve finished growing
you’ll be not bit like me.