The world is their oyster - these children of mine.
Just babies still.
Time firmly on their side.
And someone said that you would be their guide.
Once seas run clear and skies are wide.
Perhaps, she was right.
So steer them straight.
Keep their feet from running late,
open doors and cast a light their way.
And I will show them pictures of your face.
Take them places we knew well,
stop my boy from starting to forget.
And do you see my girl?
Sunny nature, sunny curls,
growing lean and quickly growing up.
Finding the world.
And maybe you told me,
running races on a beach,
that should I wish it I could one day sail the seven seas.
And of today?
Tired eyes and master plans left late?
Best of work and friends already made?
Not this day.
Not these hands and not this face.
Not a sideways glance as if to say...
But a new day,
Hope and plans and futures laid,
Bright ideas and tall ships yet to sail... x
This week I'm linking up to the wonderful Wednesday Words and Prose For Thought.