bones.

My bones have been moaning and ever so slightly growing. It started the day that you slept on my hollowed out chest. It started the day you left your little treasures in my palms. We were convinced we had stopped growing before we met you. We were confident that our arms would never reach the top shelf. We were wrong. As are most who think they will never grow. For we started to grow and now we can reach the highest of shelves. And our bones owe it all to you. You whispered into them. Begged them to grow along side yours. Sang them the songs that others sang to you when you thought you had stopped growing. But now we grow. you. me. i and us. Our bones are growing and we are ready to dance upon the legs of others and beg them to grow with us. To show them. To teach them. To tell them that their tiny bones can grow.