Four

I forget sometimes, you're only only four.
Behind your flashing eyes and devious grin,
I keep seeing something more.

I see you as a girl on your sweet 16
falling for the boy of your dreams.

I see you as a young football star
bringing your team in for the win.

I see you as the next big thing,
In Apple, in vogue, in the USA.

I pray what I do today will keep you off the streets.

But please remind me sometimes, for you see you're only four.
I see you hitting and biting, kicking and rolling on the floor.
I see you sharing and caring and letting others go first.
The future I see in your eyes is only my imagination.

Or is it?