It is in the small things we see it,
    when we come home from the first day of kindergarden,
    wallowing up the steps,
    and your mother asks how your day went,
    you start crying and she holds you, patting your back,
    with the sweet smell of watermelon on her fuzzy
sweater.

Later,
    you have a first date,
    and your dad is wating with great concern,
    and he knows that he is losing you,
    but has no intention of letting you know.
    You slightley open the door and it crys,
    as your father jumps with excitment,
    to see the look in your eyes,
    but you turn around to make a get away.

Later,
    after you get married,
    you decide to have a child.
    You nurture and care for it,
    while you watch it grow.
    You cover it with a blanket,
    as it sleeps as sound as a bear in the quiet,
    and hope she will always stay your little girl.

Later,
    when your old and happy,
    looking back on lifes accomplishments,
    you sit watching the sun set with the,
    love of your life,
    spending your last moments together,
    waiting to be drifted away to a better place.