Future Years

My teacher asked the other day,
“When you grow up, what will you be?
An astronaut? A scientist?
What future do you see?”

And I replied, “I’ve yet to choose.
I don’t know how I’ll spend my days.
So many choices interest me
I cannot seem to count the ways.”

My pastor asked the same of me.
“My child, your future years?
What role or call will interest you?
Your future? Is it clear?

And I replied, “I’ve yet to choose.
I don’t know how I’ll spend my days.
So many choices interest me,
So many tempting ways.”

This morning, as she brushed my hair,
my Mamma smiled at me:
“My darling child, when you grow up
who do you think you’ll be?”

And with no pause or second thought,
I knew these words were true.
“I know without a single doubt,
I will be just like you.”