Moment in the Race...

... and what I have is this;

a moment in the race.

a breathe in a hurricane

when you stop and look at me.

... and what I find is this;

time looks so infinite through your eyes

and love is what you know.

Time stop, please, just steady cease,

this little boy nearly a man will too soon be.

Let him play a little longer, and in my arms for comfort

let him run.

I hold on to this gift before it's gone.

Oh childhood, sweet, pure thing.

A treasure in itself, help me not to overlook.

Tiny kisses, sheepish smiles, hugs to hold the whole world over

are more than enough to satisfy.

-original poetry by Elena McCoy