Twenty,But still your baby......

                                                                A soft kiss she lay'd

on my forehead when I wept,

A soft touch of goodbye,

she gave when I left...

Thereafter, it was me

the queen of my own feet,

the shoulder to my own head,

a new, independent me.

Sailing deep and dark oceans,

I battled powerful waves,

of twisted perks and emotions,

and learnt to make happy days.

Distance may drift me apart from her,

Work may engulf me,

But I know, her eternal love,

is the reason I breathe.

She may say she's forgotten,

may feel like a meaningless person,

but through this i wish to let her know,

I am who I am,

because she let me grow,

in her tender arms,

and her beautiful words of wisdom,

still make the air I breathe.