From the mists I see a smile,
My Mother lives again.
I walk the paths at Grandpa's farm,
Sweet clover nods in rain.
And there I see a little girl.
She looks a lot like me
Before she grew and roamed the world,
Just full of hope, so free.
I smell the fields of new-cut hay,
I see the harvest moon.
Was that so very long ago?
Could it be gone so soon?
I've marked my days, I've charted years.
I've lost and loved and won.
I've painted rainbows in my heart.
I've captured the setting sun.
The years have worn old pathways,
Tears have been shed, and dried.
A few missteps down wrong dirt trails,
A little patience tried.
In just a moment it has passed,
And I stand here alone.
That which was big has turned to small.
The little girl has grown.
Now in the mirror I see a face.
Have I become so wise?
I see the wonders of my life
Through brand-new child's eyes.