The Journey of You

Slow down, my dear,

don’t be in such a rush.

Stay a little longer as a child.

Just yesterday I held you,

now your hand is on the door.

Tomorrow you will be off running wild.

 

 

To my daughter:

May you always know I’ll be here when you need me, and may God bless you more than you could ever dream.

The Journey of You

A blink ago my star was born.

At one you held my heart.

At two you were my little light.

At three a work of art.

I took a breath and you were four.

Exhaled and you were five.

At six I couldn’t love you more.

Then seven had arrived.

I turned around and you were eight.

Turned back and you were nine.

At ten you were my silly girl.

Eleven you did fine.

Age twelve had come and gone again.

And So did age thirteen.

At fourteen you were tomboy.

At Fifteen a beauty queen.

Sixteen is almost over now.

And seventeen is here.

When I blink again you might be gone.

And that’s my greatest fear.