I left you too long
When you were still young
In my head that baby remains.
The curl of your hair
Skin like gold and fair
As fair as your air
that you spin.
Moved, one strange place to the other
Transferred from one mother to another
Adapting was all you knew.
You change with the seasons
For so many reasons
One being that the frost
Did not suit you.
From coconut trees
And summer breeze
To cautious preventions of frost bites
from snow.
All I can say
Is that at the end of the day
February is my favourite time.
You were young
Yet you\'ve grown up so fine
I sometimes wonder
Were you truly mine?
But in February when it\'s below zero
I can still keep you close
Keep you nearer
And as you lie in my warm embrace
Huddled close to see again the curled
lashes on your face
Yes. You are.
I know that baby is mine.