If I could keep you little

Work took me to Lincoln.

Lincoln brings me Target.

Target brought me to tears.

Some people refer to it as coincidence but me, not me.

I am a believer that there is no such thing as a coincidence.

I have tried to capture my thoughts about Cohen turning six but as soon as my fingers go to type the words they seem to evaporate. It's like there are no words poetic enough, no words can capture the feelings I want to convey, like they are lost in translation.

thus Target.

Where a book catches my eye

and right there in Target I have a little moment.

"If I could keep you little" by Marianne Richmond

If I could keep you little, I'd hum you lullabies.

But then I'd miss you singing your big concert's surprise.

If I could keep you little, I'd hold your hand everywhere.

But then I'd miss you knowing, "I can go...you can stay there."

If I could keep you little, I'd kiss your cuts and scrapes

But then I'd miss you learning from your own mistakes.

If I could keep you little I'd strap you in right tight

But then I'd miss you swinging from your treetop height.

If I could keep you little, I'd decide on matching clothes.

But then I'd miss you choosing dots on top and strips below.

If I could keep you little, I'd cut your bread into shapes.

But then I'd miss you finding, "hey! I like ketchup with my grapes!"

If I could keep you little, I'd push you anywhere.

But then I'd miss you feeling your own speed from here to there.

If I could keep you little, I'd pick for you a friend or two.

But then I'd miss you finding friends you like who like you too!

If I could keep you little, we'd finger paint our art.

But then I'd miss you creating stories from your heart.

If I could keep you little, I'd push your ducky float

But then I'd miss you feeling the wind behind summer's boat.

If I could keep you little, I'd keep you close to me

But then I'd miss you growing into who you're meant to be!