6) Into The Light

come, my child,
let me feel the light of your smile,
give me a moment to remember,
this time will not last long

your hand is so large,
nearly the size of mine,
and i dream again
of when it reached out
from that ten minute old body
and wrapped around my little finger

i used to think my voice spoke
when no one listened,
it was safer that way
than being free

but when i look into your eyes
i believe that the old poet was wrong:

if my life was a book
it would contain only one chapter,
the first sentence would say
how i was born
and the rest would tell
how i spent my time
coming to the moment
where i would know your love