Front Row Seat

I wonder what you wonder when you wander off.
Your beautiful mind must see all the colors,
hear all the sounds,
connect them all with the stories you create.

As we circle the tracks,
the warm autumn air trickles and lifts the soft hair from your head.
Each shining strand for every reason I’ve fallen in love.

I look at you while you admire the tunnel of trees – green.
Amazed at the changing colors – yellow.
Listening to all the sounds – choo choo, click clack.
They’re all here for you, as I am, and you are for me.

Son, you are my universe and I am grateful to be in your orbit.
I circle you as we circle round this place, this day, this life.

You were first in line, as always.
The blue torn bench behind the engineer,
but no matter wherever this train goes, fast or slow,
I’m the one who gets to have the front row seat.