When I look Behind,
I miss being smaller.
I miss being simpler.
I miss being able to wear everything.
I miss feeling good about myself.
I miss not being criticised for being too dependant.
I miss feeling safe.
I miss not worrying.
I miss not caring if the puppy was dirty or smelly.
After, I look Down,
and am reminded again and again
to treasure what I have now;
before it is taken away too.
Then I raise my head and look Forward,
awaiting and anticipating for the
fiercer joys ahead.