I watch my five-year old scurry
around the lawn, basket in hand,
competing with the other kids
to find the most eggs.
I want to tell him, "Look over here!
By this bush! By the playground swing!"
because I have the best vantage point.
But I can't intervene.
I lost my chance last year,
because of one too many bad choices.
If I could only get that day back,
I'd do it differently, still be here today.
If I could only will myself to be the wind,
I could gently push him in the right direction,
help him take a different path,
help him find everything he wants.