I used to be like that with time
I'd be able to hold her in my arms
I'd be able to look down at her and it felt like all I had was time
But lately I feel like a failing mother
She is whining to be carried by anyone else except me
She writhes in my arms, crying out to everyone else to hold her but me
And I try so hard to hold onto her
Hush little one,
Why won't you let me hold you a little longer?
Don't you realise I'm yours and you're mine?
It goes against every law of nature
But there it is
She's passed around the room
Everyone else gets to hold her
Everyone else gets to have her
Everyone else has Time
But me
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