Room Upon My Knee

As I saw her on the stage, I smiled... My mind drifted to when she was three and we would read her favorite book as she fell asleep upon my knee. Now she's grown and on her own. Could I possibly have the year wrong? Wasn't it only yesterday? Has it really been that long? It was a bittersweet moment, but I didn't feel glum. I sat there, marveling, proud and happy at the woman she's become. Happy we've created old memories I can now recollect, and happy to create new memories every time our journeys intersect. Proud and happy life has played out the the way it's supposed to be... knowing her favorite book still sits on my shelf and there's always room upon my knee.