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I looked into my son's room and caught his reflection in a tilted mirror
A young man standing where once a little boy played.
I closed my eyes and cried for time to reverse its movement,
To send me back to where I held him in a rocking chair and cooed him to sleep,
To a place with little shoes, pastel blankets, knitted mittens, and silver spoons....
A remembered hallowed place of yesterday....
I knew it was not to be, but I couldn't help my wishing it so.
And, suddenly, I understood....
So, when you look into the soft sleeping face of a newborn
And imagine the untold treasures she will hold in her tiny hand
The tall mountains he will climb and the races he will win,
The trophies she will secure, the magic that will shine from his spirit....
When you hold her close to your cheek and feel her gentle breath,
Hear the steady beat of his tiny heart ready to burst forth into the possibilities ahead,
Capture a fleeting smile on rosebud lips or an enchanting infant giggle fills your ears,
When you imagine him standing tall and straight and noble
Or envision her in long dresses, ribbons, and flower garlands....
Hold the moment....catch the thought....
Treasure the glimmer of the future, but enjoy the beauty of now....
Tomorrow will come too soon....
Reality will slip in without you even noticing
Enjoy today wrapped in little fingers and secret sighs.
Copyright 2000,
Susan D. Brozenec |
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