baby cheeks

dimples in my hand,

the grip on my mother so strong

but now my fingers have lengthened

and i keep telling her, “so long!”

fat on my arms is gone,

but i still haven’t lost weight

the time has slipped away

but life still makes me wait

for the day this gets easier

or have i lost it for good

before my cheeks hollowed out

back when i was still cute

now i can’t fit into the pram

but i still get pushed around

i still don’t know who i am;

will i, when i’m in the ground?