Slow Down, Little One

You were tiny hands and sleepless nights. First steps under kitchen lights.

Crayon walls and muddy shoes. Every day brought something new. Now you're running

down that same old lane. Too fast for me to call your name.

The toys are boxed, the years have flown. And somehow this

house ain't our own. I blinked and you're taller than me.

Ready to chase what you want to be. So slow down, little one.

Slow down. You're growing up while I'm holding on. Hold my hand

a little longer please. Before you learn to walk away with ease.