Looking at photos from almost
a year ago knowing how much
you’ve grown how much
you will grow how many moments
between the ones we remember
to capture the ones we don’t
see with our own eyes the only
conclusion I’ve reached is that
you’re growing too fast
there is no way to keep up with
the changes we witness and adjust
to every day the words to the songs
we half know in the morning
some harmonic resurgence
that cannot be explained by
the songs we all know to sing
together that somehow all scan
to Twinkle Twinkle ABCs all
of a sudden I see you seeing
Mister Rogers at the piano you go
from your thumb in your mouth
to arms outstretched admonishing me
to put down the unreflective glass
between my thumbs and please
dance with me daddy so I stand
and we dance around and around
to the music for awhile sometimes
slow and sometimes fast and I think
I can’t take a picture my hands are full
tonight I sang a song I don’t think
I’ve sung since the days when Pop-Pop
was dying days you cannot possibly
remember but the song you do remember
I’m being followed by a Moonshadow
you sing along you remember that song
Pop-Pop loved that song you echo
in my arms it all goes too fast and soon
you are fast asleep in my arms at last
Joshua Keiter 