I watched my son direct a band
and thought how far he had come.
When he entered fifth grade band
he just wanted to play a drum.
When he was to choose an instrument
I watched his eyes open wide.
As he blew in a trombone mouthpiece
and so gently he moved the slide.
During the concert my mind looked back
at the progress with each passing grade
and all the hours of practice
and the planning he has made.
I see all he has accomplished,
much more than I’d guessed he would
even though I never doubted
I always knew that he could.
As he was directing tonight
my mind remembered the past
and I thought of his successes
which I knew would always last.
Why is it we remember the past
with joy at what we see?
I guess it’s because we can’t
remember what is yet to be.