To My Daughter At 20

How many years pass Like signposts on a Night-washed freeway; Humming tires lull passengers Dreaming dreams of flight Inside the measured miles.

But out there among the misty Mountains recognition grows Amidst the waking sun and fading Moon a distant violin is heard; And on this sound A memory so near.

This child of early spring Born far away from here but In our hearts at every beat; In magic moments dwell A questioning soul with eyes That seems to know so much Because she does and They do.

A laugh, a joke, a putting Into place those things that Worriers keep close; Teaching the teachers the Meaning of life and dreams And what to hold And what to Set free.

Roads and time have passed; These twenty years Wink on and off Like fireflies on a lake; The moon holds on Yellow-full And dominates the sky; We slow and count The passing lights; One, two, three And know that Love never ends.