Long ago I looked at tiny you.

Who are you, I thought?

Are you really my grandchild?

Are you really part of me?

 

So small, so perfect, so bright,

so much an individual.

How can this be, so soon?

Where did you learn so much?

 

Now you are grown up.

An art piece of our time.

I love you dearly, so dearly.

Where did the years go?

 

Tonight I thought of you.

So much your own person;

yet so much part of me.

A part of our eternity.

 

Tonight I looked at your image.

You look so much like your father.

Far away, yet, close to my heart.

A part of me, a part of forever.

 

 

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March, 1999