Land of Rising Tomorrows
I miss those I have lost along the way; I miss the way they smelled, smiled, angered, and cared. In my youth I knew nothing of time, I had more than I wanted or could comprehend. In a land of rising tomorrows another opportunity is just ahead. As those individuals passed, I grew frustrated in my choices and my priorities. Opportunities missed are now my burden to carry. Just one more memory is now but a mirage. As I grew into my own family, years of life stood before us, a land of rising tomorrows once more. But each stage is fleeting in a growing child and the burden of choice begins anew. As time passes, they grow, they change and develop, they are beautiful to watch in their own unique ways. As they do, I celebrate their blossoming as a person and mourn the loss of the part of them that required me so dearly. They are growing into a land of rising tomorrows of their own. I will still carry a lifetime of opportunities missed of value to nobody but me. But