"I love you as big as the stars AND the moon!"

She held my finger to sleep
til well into her tenth year.
Then suddenly
stopped.

She slept in my bed for so long
that I wondered if she'd ever sleep alone.
Then suddenly
stopped.

Now,
I wonder.

What next,
will begin,
will stop?

Still a child, but almost not.
I see it in her,
changing,

as she becomes,
becomes.