Evolution
Tiny Thumbelina, red infant we loved to stroll.
Born happy and arriving home at night humming your own sweet tune, not even
two days old, coming from the hospital.
Changes made like a rollercoaster, no longer a child. Now an adult you became.
Who is this stranger? Distance made you different. Like a stranger to communicate
with, you're definitely not the same. That's part of growing up. You are very well
loved.
No need for confusion. As the years pass by, as a person I'm curious to watch your
growing evolution.
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