My precious child, in you I see
The vivacious child I used to be
Your ebullience and curiosity
Are reminders of the younger me
You have a spring in your step and hope in your eyes
You are carefree- I am cautious and worldly-wise
When did I stop being like you, I wonder
Was growing up to be an adult but a blunder?
You teach me valuable lessons, you remind me
Of how little is needed to be content and carefree
As I marvel at you, fear grips me suddenly
What if you grow up to be just like me?
What if you start listening to the noise around
What if you find your inner voice drowned?
As I say this I also realize
I’m probably teaching you to see the world with my eyes
My unrealized dreams, my insecurities- I fear
Might percolate into your conscience, my dear
The thought terrifies me I confess
My inner conflict should be for me alone to process…
You will probably end up imbibing more
From me than I want, thus I need to make sure
The inner dialogue that runs through my mind
Remains here, your inner voice does not find..
To do that; I think, while you learn from me
I should learn from you simultaneously-
To live in the moment, live without pretense
To do what the heart desires, with confidence
That things will turn out all right in the end
And probably even better than we intend..