In A Moment

I see eighteen different characterizations of your self. Each day I see shades of your father.  In what you read, the way you look at me, your tone of voice.  Some I love, some make me cringe.  I see my passions, my abilities my disabilities.  I see someone I know better than anyone else on this earth and someone I’ve never seen before.  I see my little girl resting her head on my chest.  I see reminiscence of the chubby little baby in that space between your nose, your cheeks, your eyes.  I see a young lady.  I see thoughts and philosophies spinning in your mind.  I see a smile, a frown, a grimace.  I see all that you were, all that you are, all that you will become in those moments when I catch you letting go.