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.