Category: Peru

I love you so much.
I think you love me.
I hope that you see.
We are meant to be.
I wish you good luck on your journey ahead.
I’ll send you off with just grass and a bed.
I know you’ll find more friends.
Along your way.
But please in your heart.
Let me stay.

I run with a baby on my back.
I run with my old age and tact.
I run with veggies and rice.
I run with the fruit I diced.
I run with my daughter.
I run with a tub of water.
I run with potatoes.
I run with tomatoes.
I run with speed.
I run with heed.
I run with pace.
I don’t run with haste.
I run with wrinkles to show my age.
I run through my village, my spirit on stage.

It’s the little things, like when you lick my hand, that makes me feel closer to you.
It’s the little things, like when you pose for a picture, that tells me our love is true.
It’s the little things, like when you nuzzle up to me, that fills me with cheer.
It’s the little things, like when you nurse in front of me, that makes me lose all fear.
It’s the little things, like when you try to eat my hair, that connect our hearts.
It’s the little things, like when you jump up in the air, that tell me we’ll never part.

I love you, little one.