Maps

On the route to

Growing up

I lost the map

To myself.

I packed my

Dreams

In a beautiful box.

And put it on

The shelf.

Till it got buried

Under the debris

Of rat race and

Routine.

I stumbled upon it

Today…

Between our

Treasure hunts and

Endless bedtime stories.

As I journey your

Yellow brick road

With you.

My own map sneaks

Back to me.

Through your

Tiny toes

And curious fingers.

And I bring down

The box.

Dust it

Open it.

Unwrap slowly

My dreams.

And holding on to

Your little finger

Get back on my

Path too.