Let Me Hold You Longer

Long ago you came to me, a miracle of firsts,


First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
 a sunbeam on the burst.

But one day you will move away 
and leave to me your past


And I will be left thinking of 
a lifetime of your lasts…

The last time that I held a bottle
 to your baby lips


The last time that I lifted you 
and held you on my hip.

The last night when you woke up crying, 
needing to be walked,


When last you crawled up with your blanket, 
wanting to be rocked.

The last time when you ran to me,
 still small enough to hold.


The last time that you said you’d marry 
me when you grew old.

Precious, simple moments and
 bright flashes from your past-


Would I have held on longer if 
I’d known they were your last?

Our last adventure to the park,
 your final midday nap,


The last time when you wore your favorite 
faded baseball cap.

Your last few hours of kindergarten, 
those last few days of 1^st grade,


Your last at bat in Little League, 
last colored picture made.

I never said good-bye to all 
your yesterdays long passed.


So what about tomorrow-
will I recognize your lasts?

The last time that you catch a frog 
in that old backyard pond.


The last time that you run barefoot
 across our fresh-cut lawn.

Silly, scattered images 
will represent your past.


I keep on taking pictures, 
never quite sure of your lasts…

The last time that I comb your hair
 or stop a pillow fight.


The last time that I pray with you 
and tuck you in at night.

The last time when we cuddle
 with a book, just me and you


The last time you jump in our bed
 and sleep between us two.

The last piano lesson, 
last vacation to the lake.


Your last few weeks of middle school, 
last soccer goal you make.

I look ahead and dream of days
 that haven’t come to pass.


But as I do, I sometimes miss 
today’s sweet, precious lasts…

The last time that I help you with 
a math or spelling test.


The last time when I shout that yes, 
your room is still a mess.

The last time that you need me for 
a ride from here to there.


The last time that you spend the night
 with your old tattered bear.

My life keeps moving faster,
 stealing precious days that pass,


I want to hold on longer-
want to recognize your lasts…

The last time that you need my help
 with details of a dance.


The last time that you ask me for 
advice about romance.

The last time that you talk to me
 about your hopes and dreams.


The last time that you wear a jersey 
for your high school team.

I’ve watched you grow and barely noticed 
seasons as they pass.


If I could freeze the hands of time,
 I’d hold on to your lasts.

For come some bright fall morning,
 you’ll be going far away.


College life will beckon
 in a brilliant sort of way.

One last hug, one last good-bye, 
one quick and hurried kiss.


One last time to understand 
just how much you’ll be missed.

I’ll watch you leave and think how fast 
our time together passed.


Let me hold on longer, God,
to every precious last.

-Karen Kingsbury