Yestertimes
"Yestertimes”, a magic word she coined because she's four, she uses to refer us to, generically, "before". "Pretend we are outside, " she says, "pretend it's raining, ‘kay?" Articulated joy in her unique and special way. "Show me mad," I say to her, to make her strike a pose. I aim and snap a picture as her little spirit glows. "Woe is me", another pose, a hand across her brow … I take a second picture through the love and tears, somehow. The years will soon adjust her look, increasing age and size, she'll add a curl and curve or two to compliment her eyes. I'll save, of course, these pictures and this memory in rhyme, but Lord, if you would let me now, I'd put a stop to time. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ |
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