Only a Moment in Time
Father time he stayed his step,
Heaven's joy could not compare.
The universe lowered its watching eye,
In the shadow of a moment, precious and rare.
For a mother's love is never quenched,
Nor washed away in a storm.
From sapling sprouts to mighty oaks,
I quickly watched them transform.
What started out as I became us,
Two branches from a single tree.
Six arms and three hearts,
The Baby, the Man, and Me.
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