Hold My Hand When I'm Ready

You used to run into my arms without a second thought. Climb up on

my chest like it was your favorite spot. Those little hands would wrap around

my neck so tight, and everything felt simple in that soft innocent light.

But now you're older and the world feels loud. You're learning who you are trying

to stand your ground. There's days you pull away when I reach out

first, and that's all right, sweetheart, growing up is

not a curse. Hold my hand when you're ready. I'll be right here where I've

always been. You don't owe me every moment. You don't have to let me