I can imagine you,
at the age of twelve or so,
graduating from the eight grade.
I can imagine you,
later, dating boys,
going to your first dance,
falling in love,
graduating from high school.
I can see you,
getting your first job,
your driver's license,
your blossoming into
a lovely young woman.
I can pretend to be there,
at your wedding,
when your first child is born.
I can see you growing,
intellectually,
physically,
spiritually.
Your everything
your mother and I
envisioned.
But unlike myself,
she saw her vision daily.
As for me?
Like I said,
I've a good imagination.
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