He pulls his fingers through dark tangled curls
A babe no more, he wants she’ll never age;
Remain forever young, his little girl
Turn back fleet time! Not on to’ard the next stage.
Wait, but no, his heart does play cruel tricks,
For he would yearn to see her grow and learn;
To help her when her problems need a fix,
See failure and success, each bend and turn;
How full of bitter sweetness is his heart
He cannot help but spool the threads of time:
Preserving that with which he cannot part,
Imagining her youth, her blooming prime;
A father pulls his daughter close and sighs,
Wipes tears, both sad and joyful, from his eyes.
(written 3 may 2018)