Life's Stages

Sitting by my open window, watching moth at the porch light, circling, circling, circling, never slowing down his useless flight. I am thinking of the many times we sat on the old porch swing, watching perhaps the self-same moth just doing his aimless thing. I was content to sit with wonder, and as aimless as was he. You were thinking of adventure that was too extreme for me. Go my daughter with my blessing. Live your life and live it well. I'll be waiting for the details of the tale you'll have to tell. There was a time I had my longings and was eager for the new. All my dreams were of the future, but my future now is you.