I sometimes mourn
a simple thought,
that though my memories
are sweet
with my two sons,
five weeks and one,
the mind of each is incomplete.
Though I remember vividly
the moment
that I met each one,
they won’t recall
those days at all
or anything
for years to come.
But I must trust,
each day with them,
that one day
they will know the fruits
of moments sown
through years unknown,
their wild, winding,
and sturdy roots.
Touching .