Day Thirty Four
When I look
at you, you are already too far away from me for my liking. You grew so tall so
fast, it made my already-too-short time with you feel like it was on
fast-forward. Likewise with your abilities. So quick to learn everything, your
life felt sped-up. But when I look at you now, tall and graceful like a
ballerina, beautiful like a lily, every once in a while I catch a moment where
it feels like life slows down and I get to just watch you. Dance across a room
or sway gently in a soft slow breeze. A film in slow motion. And I hold my
breath because I want to capture it all and hold it close and dear because I know
in an instant it will be gone again. And you will ride away on your scooter and
join all the big kids without so much as a glance over your shoulder because
you are fearless. And I will try to grasp you by the back of your shirt and you
will slip through my fingers like all good things in life because you are
fleeting. A vapor. And I just love you so damn much I ache with the pain of it.
But when you smile that one smile,
the one just for me, when you hear something you know I think is funny, and
your eyes are blazing sapphires, I could live in that look forever.
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