wish i had been born a hundred years ago.

the whirlwind of life has gotten the best of me.
wake up.
go to sleep.
what is in between a mere blink.
the days are as quick as that.
the stillness of the night,
the trees resting their ambitious leaves,
remind me to slow down.
baby henrik asleep in my arms.
i hear his sweet whispers of dreams.
he used to fit so snug in my arms,
his chubby legs stretching over my lap,
remind me to slow down.
goodnight sweet, sweet windom.
until tomorrow,
goodnight.