Author: Daydreamer
Posted: March 11, 2003

Stopping by a Farmhouse to Watch William

Whose child this is I think I know
My Scully will not watch him though
She can not bear me watching here
Her sacrifice, too deep a blow

He toddles quick, his face so dear
His parents watch him ever near
And I am pleased for safety's sake
I can't believe it's been a year

He gives his little head a shake
And plans each baby step he'll take
And my heart stores this memory deep
The last of him I'll ever make

At last I turn; I want to weep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep