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t_together — 11.11.2010  

One day I counted your fingers and kissed each one.


One day the first snowflakes fell, and i held you up and watched them melt on your baby skin. 


One day we crossed the street, and you held my hand tight.


Than, you were my baby, and now you are my child

Sometimes, when you sleep, I watched you dream, and i dream too

That someday you will dive into the cool, clear water of a lake.

Someday you will walk into a deep wood

Someday your eyes will be filled with a joy so deep that they shine

Someday you will run so fast and so far your heart will feel like fire.

Someday you will swing high, so high, higher than you ever dared to swing.


Someday you will hear something so sad that you will fold up with sorrow.



Someday I will stand on this porch and watch your arms waving to me until i no linger see you.

Someday you will look at this house and wonder how something that feels so big can look so small



Someday I will watch you brushing your child's hair

Someday, a long time from now, your own hair will glow silver in the sung.

And when that day come, love, you will remember me.

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