We both bounded into Houston at 2:08 that day.
I looked into your little face, and
You looked into mine.
Your tiny mouth was moving,
Although not a word was said.
How do you work this thing,
I thought I heard you think.
Blonde hair, white tips, parted on the side,
You are so exceptionally handsome,
Your eyes are opened wide.
Chewing on fist, looking at me
With wonder in your eyes.
Take everything in, you curious one.
Child with a full grown Soul.