A Deep Thought

As I was helping my parents clean out their attic (and rescuing my belongings from long ago!) I ran across a box of old photos, letters, and this poem, scribbled on a scrap of notebook paper. I remember copying it from the refrigerator at a home where I babysat as a teenager, thinking that I'd like to keep the words for when I was a mom someday. I think it'll now a permanent fixture on my own fridge.

The Little One Who Follows Me

Author unknown

A careful man I ought to be

A little fellow follows me

I dare not to go astray

For fear he'll go the self-same way

Not once can I escape his eyes

Whatever he sees me do he tries

Like me he says he's going to be

That little one who follows me

I must remember as I go

Through summer's sun and winter's snow

I'm molding for the years to be

That little one who follows me