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.