When they first handed her to me 6 years ago
she weighed no more than 2.5 Kilos and fit
perfectly in my forearm.
Struck by her beauty and her grace
I wrapped her in all my emotions and brooded over her;
in my mind, I can protect her from everything
Six years later
I tiredly carry her up the stairs
20 kilos of flesh, bone and blood
her heavy head hangs on my shoulder
her legs dangle all the way down to my knees;
in her mind, I can protect her from everything
up the wearisome steps I go
I carry the weight… I carry the years
