Kid -

Still so fresh from the makers table

Clean innocence — your face

I guess it is the bright hope in your eyes

that cracks this nut, you melt my heart

You confront again the selfish boy in me

Looking for attention — to get his way

You bring out the best and worst out of me

Time seems so short

I love to see you grow up

Yet something in me wants to keep you small

It’s the kind of love that hurts — letting go

So sing my child and dance your dance with joy

It really wasn’t me that taught you these first steps

The Father dances with both of us

Because of you I see

a glimpse of His face, a taste of his pain

the light of his smile, anger of his love