Picturing you in my mind’s eye, I see your two-year-old self.

With eyes bright and curious–your pure, innocent soul

trusting in me to keep you safe, hold you from harm

and then let you go to explore and grow.

The love that comes sweeping through me is joyous–

my heart quivers with the memories of your precious,

dearly precious being.

This feeling throws open my heart and reminds me of a long ago love

that is so much still, presently alive.