Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Time By Dana Beth

I looked at you today and wondered, what will you be when you grow up?

Will you be a doctor, a lawyer, a musician, a writer, a poet?

I gazed at your blue-green eyes and searched for answers.

I found none.

Instead you reached your little hand to my face and smiled.

In that gesture I found all the answers that matter.

I am yours and you are mine.

Thoughts of the future melted away into the moment and time stood still.