Looking up
When the feelings you helped me form Let me feel every second—
The rough around the edges, And every imperfection,
I’ll be looking up to you.
When the thoughts you helped me think Let me view the world unfiltered,
Let me sieve the facts from pictures,
Let me look up at the world, Looking up to you.
When the words you helped me write Let me get somewhere in life, Express myself through ink I’ve spilled, I’ll be looking up to you.
And when the steps you helped me take Let me appreciate the journey—
The sunset runs In soft, dying day.
I’ll be looking up to you.
And then, One day, When I become A dad, Half as loved as you —
And have someone who looks up, And sees me;
Still Looking up to you.












