... 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