You were three years old.
Balls were bouncing in the gym.
Children were running, shooting baskets.
Among all the chaos
I saw you grinning at me -
wanting me to watch you.
You waved at me - I waved at you.
You showed me how you could dribble.
The moment froze in my memory.
You were three years old.
I picked you up from daycare.
You were excited about learning to swing high that day.
Driving home you told me all about it.
You were so excited
Then you got quiet and said,
"I love you - Daddy"
The moment froze in my memory.
You were three years old.
I was making supper.
You were watching TV.
As I walked by your room
I heard you singing by yourself
with the songs on Sesame Street.
I stopped and listened.
The moment froze in my memory.
As you continue to grow -
frozen moments continue to fill my memory.
While they may seem insignificant to you -
they are golden to me.
Frozen moments are memories
that make the soul rich.
A rich soul
makes life complete. |
