Little Story

When she grapped my belly, I told her to stop.
I wasn't afraid she would hit me,
The only thought in my mind was,
I'm afraid she would be gone.

As she strolls down the lake,
She would sit there and stare at the water,
Making rimples with her hand.
The moon reflected in her eyes.
she would look up and see me standing opposite to her.
She smiles and points.
As I follow her finger, a light blinds my eyes.

I was told to never forget her.