Looking Up at You

I remember looking up at you

all of five years old

I saw tall, strong, brave

I remember looking up to you

barely ten years old

I saw confident, funny, charismatic

I remember looking down on you

most of fifteen

I saw cheesy, embarrassing, obnoxious

I remember looking down at you

from the laundry room window I grew up in

You signed your famous question from the street below

I nodded in exaggeration

Twenty years old and still your baby

I saw unconditional love

I remember looking you up

halfway thru twenty-five

I saw disappointment, frustration, distance

I am looking up at you

in a photograph, not even two 

I see wonder, comfort, joy

I am still looking up at you

teetering on thirty

I see . . .

             everything now

7/9/14