Yesterday I beheld your sweet face
as you opened your eyes to survey,
all the things that were new ,
a baby newborn thats what you were.
As time passed and you grew -
today I stood and watched you play,
you hold the promise of a child
like a butterfly in your hand.
Tomorrow I will see you stand tall
doing all you hope and dream off I pray.
The world is a ocean of opportunity,
the future is yours to shape.
Take hold of tomorrow my child,
have no fear or sorrow.
My time soon is done.
Tomorrow is the beginning of eternity.
A Webpoem - Written by Robert Le Noury - Copyright 20010804
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