Saturday, March 3, 2007

For my Sons on Learning to Walk

Today I tried to capture a moment,

And had it clasped in greedy hand

But lost it as I reached for you

To help you as you tried to stand.

But I kept the tear from fearful eyes

Carressing a cheek, both and tan blushed,

And the smile that followed close behind

A mother's whisper, a mother's touch.

The moments gone, but the smile is mine

And with the tear I'll never part.

They are with me now, and will always be,

For I've tucked them away within my heart.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Thank God for those precious moments that our minds allow us to retain. Everytime I look at my oldest children I can still see those little children that they once were.