One day my hands will hold a child
Whose eyes gleam with the same mischief
And humor and love yours did.
One day my ears will peel with
A laughter that hits my funny bone
Until I cannot help but chuckle along
As yours once caused me to do.
One my eyes will cast a long glance
At the panorama set before me
Of the landscape you created with your love.
And one day my heart will fill
With all the appropriate emotions
In response to what my life has become
Because of you.
Your mark on me runs deep,
Its grooves and etches seared into
The depths of my soul.
And though you may not have ever realized it,
I have carried you with me all these days
And will carry you for so many more.
You thought your part was small and passing;
You thought little of your role in my life's script:
Just a man at the park with his child
Running rambunctiously cross playgrounds.
Just a woman in the cafe with her friends
Recounting jovial anecdotes of single life.
Just a student walking across the university
Memorizing long past history facts for a test.
Just a human being seeing another in need
And acting quietly to help accordingly.
But you still left a mark, an impression,
On me.
I only hope I have left a similar one on you.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
One day my hands will hold a child
Whose eyes gleam with the same mischief
And humor and love yours did.
One day my ears will peel with
A laughter that hits my funny bone
Until I cannot help but chuckle along
As yours once caused me to do.
One my eyes will cast a long glance
At the panorama set before me
Of the landscape you created with your love.
And one day my heart will fill
With all the appropriate emotions
In response to what my life has become
Because of you.
Your mark on me runs deep,
Its grooves and etches seared into
The depths of my soul.
And though you may not have ever realized it,
I have carried you with me all these days
And will carry you for so many more.
You thought your part was small and passing;
You thought little of your role in my life's script:
Just a man at the park with his child
Running rambunctiously cross playgrounds.
Just a woman in the cafe with her friends
Recounting jovial anecdotes of single life.
Just a student walking across the university
Memorizing long past history facts for a test.
Just a human being seeing another in need
And acting quietly to help accordingly.
But you still left a mark, an impression,
On me.
I only hope I have left a similar one on you.
