On mum's.

I will never not worry,
Because I will never not care.
I will always want to hold you close,
Run my fingers through your hair.
Those things I did when you were my baby,
Before you went out in to the world.
When I felt at peace next to your sleeping face,
And knew how each hair curled.
As you get bigger and get bolder,
And you know your own bright mind,
Retreating gracefully is hard on mum's.
So whilst I'll do my best, be kind.