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Changing of the Guard
My wait over in my thirty-ninth year
when a life’s covet brought a life’s new lease,
and on my first watch would elated stare
upon nursling eyes shut in newborn peace.
Thirty-nine years before first gazed my own -
my tiny hands clutched in my father’s palms,
but that desire was hidden and not shown
and thus I shall spare you no such alarms.
In your helpless lay, in first sleep of babes
the future becomes yours, and now I trust
I will feel its flame before my own fades
and remember to wait if wait I must!
Behold, a changing of the guard I see
when I look at you looking back at me.
Written: July 2004
For Oscar
Copyright ©
Keith D Trestrail
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