you're written in my book

children get older

children get older, and that's enough to make me cry.
they grow up, they work, they find someone special, they have babies or not, and they nest there homes.
heartbreaking to face the reality that I'll never get to be a child again.
throughout girlhood that's one thing I just can't wrap my head around.
i can't relive my younger self.
that little girl who cried at her leavers assembly's, or the one who didn't like her food touching each-other.
I have all the things to make me the best women I can be.
just depending if I use them.
child-me wouldn't want to grow up.
but she's gone.