Time rushes by, drags us in its flow

as the days carry us surely to the shore.

Laughter I had thought I’d never remember

serves as driftwood to help me stay afloat.

Maybe I think I think of you less

but something in me still knows

you have become an indelible part

of me now, more than ever before.

Tiny feet I thought might not exist

now have a heavier tread.

Eyes that followed me in wonder….

have questions, even anger, instead.

And the years soften the spirit

and the spirit softens the soul

and you know somehow that this,

just this. Is what keeps us whole.