I wasn’t born yet
All believed they have met me
But it was nothing but a bump in the dark

You let me drain,
You sewed, wiped and wrapped
saying it’s okay to cry

You know how I looked and changed
for you saw it all, and remembered
holding and feeding and soothing
and listening all the way until I
finally got to know how to speak

Now I can walk, I can leave you
as you have wanted and
as I have feared

Maybe I could look back sometimes
pretending to stumble
Maybe I could cry at nights
Maybe you already know

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