Tomorrow's Eyes

How can I look straight into my child's eyes

and think about my work, my plans?

Is it because I think

"Oh, you'll still be here tomorrow."

Life is too fast.

I hold her fast to my shoulder and look beyond her.

Tomorrow. 

Does she know what tomorrow is?

Or is she only beginning to know herself?

She herself is tomorrow.

Tomorrow's writer, tomorrow's chef, tomorrow's engineer, tomorrow's mother…

And so I see that I am one small mother of tomorrow

so of course I look straight into my child's eyes

and think about tomorrow.