I Love to Write

in her eyes I am perfect
She is deceived by my smile
In her eyes, I see joy in the moment
Alas, my presence in her company is fleeting

Everyday she becomes stronger, smarter
More capable and impressive
Every day I grow weaker, dimmer
Less capable, I diminish

She knows me now as grandpa,
But someday she will know me as a memory
Her beauty will capture the world
Her success be unparalleled.

In her memory, I am perfect
My smile brighter than ever was
If I could see those eyes then. I would see Joy
Alas, my presence only a memory.

Lord, give me enough wisdom to become that perfect memory, in spite of this imperfect life.