My mom took my four-year-old
to the Arboretum today,
where they took in the beauty
of plants and flowers and fields.
They stopped at this pond
to “play” with these
enchanting statues.
To me, every part of his being,
so alive with wonder and joy,
is magnified as he stands
next to these shadow children.
How often do I wish
I could freeze time,
keep him little
just a little longer?
I realize the next time
he visits these statues,
he’ll likely be taller
than them for the first time.
It makes my heart ache
and sing all at the same time.
