by Richard B. Patterson

Do not let my knowing
That your blond hair
Will someday gray like mine
Make me miss
The joy you wish to share today
Because you found a snail.

Do not let my fear
That an unknown something
Could take you just that quick
Make me miss the wonder
We both share
Seeing your watermelon seed
Begin to sprout.

Do not let my “wish-I-dids”
Blind me to your carefree splash
In a plastic ten-buck pool
Or your desperate race
Against a melting ice cream cone.

You are here to bless today
And if I dwell too long
In the darkness of what-might-have-been
Or the fog of what-could-be
I shall miss the prayer you bring.

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