∞

if time ripples, I passed that present.
mum, I tell you I love you. you tell me 'but your naughty'.
there was a boy you raised, I'm the man who became.
and time would fly, but the ground lays beneath us.
But the time would come when dirt would lay above us.
Slowly and at great length I hope.
But as it should be you will before me,
But the day comes where i would care for you - as you I - at young.
And you would watch me, a part of you spread wide, and I would do the same in my time.
The beauty of making life God gave us.

But now I grow slowly, learn crawling, speak standing, approaching life calmly.

My perspective would change, but I would still become. Ever deep in my thoughts of what could be or what became even life presenting.

Goals would be missed and met, I will try my best to fall not fail.
And Time would ripple but forward and we would fade away.
Its what we do now that remains in the time line,
Maybe forgotten by those who remain.
But we would know, so would infinity. ∞