In your face I sometimes see Shadowings of the man to be, And eager, dream of what my son Will be in twenty years and one.
But when you are to manhood grown And all your manhood ways are known, Then shall I, wistful, try to trace The child you once were in your face?
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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams
My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.
Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.
We are so very glad that you are happy... long may you keep so, my dear boy... May you go on as well as you have begun. - Charles Darwin