John Galt ji: Your beautiful daughter is truly blessed with a devoted father. Thank you so much for penning down your thoughts; those that we rarely articulate lest they be brushed aside as insignificant ramblings. Your writings triggered off so many memories of my own time spent with my father. This one's for you! Like Water Through My Fingers Slow, drip by drip I feel the water seep out; my cupped hands in breathless transition. Like sand trickling, grain by grain through the hourglass, I watch the seconds tick by. Mesmerized I watch, experience the agony, as minutes race me by. Desperate, I grab at empty air, steady the moments still, enslave time, as it flies me by. Knowing, If I could, I'd freeze the clock, retrace her crawl, record her babble, hold her to my bosom, like the first time, I did. But, As I watch helplessly, she crawls into a step, steps into a run, oblivious, joyful, innocent. Beautiful! As she laughs with life, life laughs with me; She, an infant no more Just a friend for life. ~sitara ------------------------ Friends, please mind the typos scattered in abundance in this thread. Too lazy to correct them.