Baby ahead of me in line
Eyes staring, beautiful they shine
Fresh opened, trusting, kind
Shimmering wisdoms new and divine.
Not stained with adult guile
Which sorrow’s sediment piles
Ensouled only a short while
She makes me smile.
What in her life shall she see
When time marches beyond me?
Flying cars? Men on Mars? All possibility
When I’m not around, what’s to be?
How time does pace
Youth surrendering grace
Under my cragged face
Memories legion taking up space.
Cobwebbed, untrustworthy
Sometimes trying sanity
Yet, for baby, all still maybe
Free from burdens weighty.
Now in tender times
Fanciful nursery rhymes
Just at the start of her climb
A ramble ridiculous & sublime.
When my age, she
I will no longer be.
Just a memory
In hearts once loving me.
But that’s okay
It can be no other way
Chronos’ specter holds sway
As day follows after day.
But now, my sins all shrived
After fifty-six years lived
Shock joyed; by chance beauty visited.
Basking in glories unsolicited.
Sticking out my tounge
I watch her face delighted become
Transfixed, as old and young
Fleetingly touch, becoming one.
