who knows the light
that fills your eyes
when through the trees
by moon surprised
or how the lines
that grace your lips
grow deeper as
each cup you sip
whose voice can wake
your sleeping soul
or make you laugh
without control
who hears you when
the day is done
the ups and downs
the race you’ve run
the shallow steps
you take each day
add up to much
deep in your way
who finds you there
and holds you close
content to be
who loves you most
