Gaining Time
A poem.
February 28, 2013
My daughter is the careless edge Ìý
Of smile I wear, a facial shrug that lays aside
The done and not. Ìý
She is the now of just Ìý
A minute, the stamping foot of childhood Ìý
That demands the ever present. Ìý
Her gift to me is simple: Ìý
She can dimple time, the way Ìý
Other children press a chocolate's center Ìý
To guess its flavor, Ìý
Laughing so hard that time capitulates. Ìý
There's a momentary crumple, it bends, Ìý
Rebounds, and I've gained Ìý
A second on the world.