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.
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