Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Then and Now

There is a photo
tacked up in my room

It is a picture of
the first moment I laid my eyes on you

You were tiny
a naked bundle
I held you in my hands
my mind was so far away

I wondered
what does this mean
to hold this tiny little guy

You were fresh to the world
Fresh and beautiful
naked, tiny, wet

I think it amazing
where we started
where we are

This path I have walked with you
It is not what I expected

When I huddle in bed in the mornings
I hear your feet plod across the wood floor

I open my eyes
to see your gleaming face
giggling, plodding, kissing my cheek

Fresh to the world
everyday is amazing
with you
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