Something Ephemeral

Photo by Marina Shatskih on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Something ephemeral bides
long by the baby’s side
for today he’s small,
tomorrow, grown so tall
and still in each look and mien
he’s all the sizes in-between.
Today rings with babbling coos
tomorrow, with words of every hue
and in the echo of each dulcet sound
baby giggles still abound.
Today he holds my finger
tomorrow, he will not linger.
While for now I am his world,
tomorrow, with sails unfurled,
he’ll chase dreams across the sky.
While I watch with wondering sigh;
see the man inside the growing child,
and in the man, all his yesteryears compiled.