dear child let’s accept our fortune
except we’ll miss your father of course
on this nature walk, this course of beauty
but rather coarse path of Fall’s debris
the sun will lead our way
may contentment be ever present
in the lows and the highs
as your actions balance your future
may this path chosen
further your greatness
define your course and your truths
and ever keep you in the direction
most suited for what you desire
may you achieve success and satisfaction
fulfill your dreams – be whole and happy
mom, your biggest fan
your future, a mystery
letting the reins go
rise above struggles
spread your wings and fly higher
don’t look down or back
The future is a time which hasn’t presented itself yet.
Always mysteriously just out of eyesight.
Every minute we take the next steps into an unknown.
The unexpected without a to-do list.
Our present excitedly seeking resolution on past laid
plans in the tomorrows still to come.
Endless possibilities layering into eternity.
The eternal question of what’s next?