Its not time.
I look at you and you only want to be held.
You are a little wobbly in the legs.
You have lost a little weight,
But you continue to give.
You give unconditionally.
You keep coming up to me,
Wanting to be held, wanting to be near me.
I searched within myself to say
I want to fight this.
I want you to stay around a little while.
Am I being selfish?
Yes. I feel this fight is within you.
I see that you have life within you.
I want to have you around.
I want to hold you and have you next to me in the middle of the night.
Only by your choice.
But I say that its not time.