Don’t Let Go

Sometimes I think I have it all under control,
when your eyes go wide and take in the world around.
Then your feet quicken pace
and your arms begins to stretch.
My fingers cling to your little hands,
but your body leans away from mine.
And I’m happy you’ve the strength to leave.
But I don’t want to let go.
I want you to stay close.
I want your need to be near me
to overcome your need to be away.
But everyday you loosen your grip.
And everyday I wish I could tighten my own.
I say, “Don’t let go.”
But you do anyway.
Running off on little legs,
to see your world.