"My Indigo Child"
Time moves too fast.
A whirlwind of memories swirl.
Sometimes, memories are not enough.
Sometimes, I wish I could go back. . .
just to rock you, to hold you a little while longer.
I do promise to let you grow up,
I just want to keep you my baby . . .
for a little while more.
When you do grow up I want you to know
That you can be compassionate and caring . . .
without being naive.
You are my Indigo Child. Much like myself.
You feel too much. It's a gift I promise.
Humbleness comes later . . .
wait for it with patience.
Until then continue to revel in childhood
Forming memories of your own.
Happy Birthday, and I Love You . . .
mama
copyright © 2011 Elizabeth Ann Greene