i don’t know how, i don’t know when,
and the only thing i know is: soon.
i’m losing baby slowly, as each day passes.
she sleeps in her toilet now, hardly in her cotton anymore.
she has problems getting onto her wheel,
her back legs wobble as she walks,
she isn’t able to run and climb onto my hand anymore.
she’ll lie her head on my fingers, and i’ll have to pick her up.
i guess that’s how fragile she is,
i’m not making things better by constntly blowing her to make sure she’s alive.
neither am i spending as much time with her as i can.