Sunday, June 2, 2013

Right Now

In the morning sun, when your shadow is long,
I see how you're growing, healthy and strong,
and how you will be so tall someday
and what a joy it will be to watch you play.
And when it is later, almost noon,
your shadow curls up, almost like a cocoon;
I remember when you were a baby just born
and I long to hold you like on your first morn.
And as the day goes, and the sun sets too fast,
I think of the present, the future and past,
and your shadow gets longer, and you're a day older
and a little voice whispers, "Right now– you should hold her."

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