And I find myself wanting
to be a little gurl again,
sucking in the airyness that was
my life.

Niceness in this flow. Gettin grown seems to bring weight with it and it gets harder and harder to shake.
When we learn how to let some of the burdens go we become more like the little girls still in us.
My babygirl brings it out of me - this poem did too.

Peace to you