by Joel Howard

I see me in my mother's womb
I wonder and I ponder

I see me as a little boy
I offer him my kindness

I see me as a growing child
I try to smile towards him

I see me as a teenager
I reach out to hold his hand

I see me now college-aged
I laugh at his jokes

I see me as a young adult
I give him space to share his mind

I see me as a married man
I grieve where he is grieving

I see me as a father
I work with him

I see me in this very hour
I invite him to wait


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