I don’t think I want to let you cry tonight.
When I see it like this I understand.
Home is where the heart is and your heart is homesick.
I know I’ll get told you have to learn,
that I’m being too easy on you,
that I’m making a rod for my own back.
But you’re so small, you will learn in time.
So I won’t let you cry alone.
I’ll let you lie here with me, a little longer.
I’ll let you feed here a moment more.
I’ll breathe you in.
Just like the phantom flutters on my finger tips when I touch my belly, this too will be a distant memory.
So let’s dry those tears, you can stay with me here a moment more.