"Toddler Pace." "Something you can't get again."
And it's true. Iris toddling on the road,
Me lolloping beside her in the rain,
These things that can't come back they overload
Me and my thoughts, with youth forever gone.
The age of cute or the terrible twos?
In the future a place where light is shone,
As I look back at her in her new shoes.
And see her fluffy shining hair of white,
And see the way she answers back so rude
And see the way she puts up such a fight
When I tell her she must eat all her food.
The things that when they're gone are gone for good,
My tiny daughter walking as she should.