by Christine Whelan-Mccoy

Created on: November 26, 2009

SEPARATION ANXIETY

I remember the first one,

Candles, cake, and grown ups

Flashing lights in my tiny face.

The second, not much different.

Candles, cake, and lots of cheers.

- I opened my own presents

All by myself!

But since that day, it's been weird.

I can do my own teeth.

I can ride my own bike.

(three wheeler, of course)

I can eat my own food

All by myself.

Okay, fine. I like those things.

Like you said - I'm a big boy.

But then you took it away.

Okay, fine. 'Cause you've replaced it.

But, this one has no sides, no bars.

I know, now I can get in and out

All by myself.

Like you said - I'm a big boy.

But, hey! Those bars could hug me

In the dark, in the night.

They held me tight.

'Stopped me from crashing.

Now I crash.

But, it's okay.

'Cause, like you said - I'm a big boy.

So, if the bars can't hug me -

Can you?

Come on, lay down with me.

Please?

Just until I leave to that world

You don't think I know about yet.

Please?

Hey! Don't leave!

Oh, no.

I don't like this one - without arms

I mean, bars.

I know, I know,

Like you said.....

But, right now, this big boy

Can only

Cry

All by myself.

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