Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Child

Child 

You hold your hand against mine 
like a mirror image. 
You put on my shoes. 
You measure your height against mine.
I am your measure.
I hope I am large enough.
My life touches you in ways yet to be seen
as you watch my everyday actions and interactions.
I want to be worthy of your admiration.
I hope I am a good example
who will inspire you
and bring you no harm,
and help you to your best destiny. 
2009

1 comment:

Debra said...

Oh, a kindred spirit!
How desperately
we parents
desire
to measure
up