My greatest work will not be the pictures I take,
The words I may write,
The lump of clay or chunk of marble I may sculpt,
The brushes of paint I put to canvas
It will be the child I helped to create,
And the flat tire I will fix in the middle of winter
So we could be home for Christmas morning.
It will be the tent I helped pitch in the back yard
For our first camping trip.
It will be the hundreds of worms I put on a hook,
And the hundreds more fish I will take off the line.
It will be the great person he or she will turn out to be,
And I will not be able to take the credit alone or in part,
For my child will be their own person.
And all I can do is sit back and be proud of who they will become.