Someday soon, she’ll want nothing to do with me. She’ll be worried about boys. She’ll be trying to fit in with friends. She’ll love me, but from a distance.
I’ll wait up and worry about where she is. Who she’s with. What time she sent her last text.
She’ll forget and my stomach will hurt. She’ll say she hates me one day.
She’s going to have a lot to face, a lot to sift through. She’ll get her heart broken. She’ll drive away mad.
She’ll slam the door and I’ll try to come in. When she’s asleep I’ll watch her breathe. I’ll pray she stays safe. I’ll wish time could stop. I’ll hope that all her dreams come true.
Someday she’ll grow up and move away, but for tonight, she’s as near as she can be.
I’m watching her sleep. I’m watching her breathe. I’m praying she stays safe. I wish I could stop time. I hope her dreams come true.
Someday she won’t ask to sleep in my bed. So tonight, and every night she asks, I'll always say "Yes".