~ Life Lines ~ He walks around my thoughts with ease, a string of joy prepared to please; a tightrope act designed to tease - then he will run. Past arrows sketch his changing scene; a futurescape will print his genes. A tumbled track proves he has been - he's just begun. An arch glowed bright when he arrived; ancestral hopes pursue his drive, projecting prayers that he'll survive - he is my son. ~ by Laryalee Fraser ~ Please visit her Site and Read Her Beautiful Poetry Along Poetry Creek FastCounter by bCentral