Standing toe to toe, I gaze up
And marvel at this reticent broad-shouldered young man
Standing tall before me.
Wasn’t it only yesterday you looked up to me?
In the minuscule moment it takes to tie a tie
Your whole life unfolds before me,
And, as I slip the fabric through the loop,
The years fade away:
Look! You managed your socks all by yourself,
And who did your laces? You!
Having mastered such skills I am reminded
To tie a tie is not beyond my boy.
So — someday, this rite will go unguided.
For now, though, this final act of dressing,
Binding us two together,
Is my morning’s blessing.