Little Ones

Is anyone small
depending on you?
Anybody looking up to you to
see them through

Watching your hands, your heart
each time you start
each time you follow through

Loves eyes were once yours and mine
holding on to each fine line
the big ones drew
they made the rules
that made it make sense

Is the love you feel
really real or just
a new ride?
Why can’t you have
what you want right now?
What’s wrong with selfish pride?

Little hands reaching up
wanting comfort, wanting strength
and one day- wisdom
Little hearts trusting
wanting to trust you-

Who am I to answer
such questions of ponderous consequence?

Who was I to ask
for that depth of love
not realizing that I was risking
everything...
and nothing...

My hand reaches to yours, my son
my love was never
something you needed to strive for
As I pull you to my chest
you know you have always been the one
I would die for

Your eyes meet mine
our fingers intertwine
we will have our
tug-o-wars

One day I will assess
my life’s success
which will only be
in direct relation to yours