My Momma's Arms

By: Chris Cannizzaro

There was a time, when I was weak
Learning how to walk, on my own two feet
I grew from nothin’, like a rose from a sidewalk
And before you knew it, I learned how to talk

It all seems so faded, or maybe even dated
These memories at the time, seemed so underrated
Looking back like this, how could you figure
That I’d grow like this, and be so much bigger
Remember the days when I had Tigger?

I don’t, but wish I did
I’d keep these memories in a jar, sealed tight with a lid
Now here I am, all up and grown
Living out of the house, but not yet on my own
And every morning when I’m hit,
With the sound of my alarms
I still long for the solace,
Of my Momma’s arms.