I look at pictures past,
Silent testimonies of a happy lifetime
Of joys unbounded …
Of hope unfettered …
I see you change as the years go by.
Wiser? Older?
Better acquainted with what you need
to live, to be in this world.
I look at you as a one looks upon
the sole daughter …
his lonely rose …
his baby girl …
and fear -
What does tomorrow hold for you?
How will it change who you are?
Afraid that when life begins its turmoil
When life starts buffeting you from all directions but up,
that you will give in, or sink.
I look at these pictures past,
Silent testimonies of a happy childhood
Of love and security
Of knowing that you can always come back
I look at these pictures past and see,
as if for the first time,
Just how strong you have become.
A tall and proud commemoration
Of the love that was given you.
And I smile, a content and knowing smile.
That when you are tired of flapping your wings …
That when the world has become too much to bear.
We will be waiting right where you need us.
That when all has gone wrong and you have but given up …
You know you have us to come home to.
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