Sometimes I forget that you are still so very young.
That the world really is just a simple stage.
Where between sunrise and sunset, there is only one slow day.
And adventures are just waiting for us to notice them.
The innocence of childhood is never lost on you.
Except when I take it away with my adult worries.
So don’t mind me and have your lovely tea party.
Someday I’ll find the time and join in the fun.
In the meantime, my dear, forgive your mother.
Forgive your mother, dear one.