I miss our time on the floor,
no one in the world but her and me,
she pulls herself to the window and
looks out at the world, pointing to
passing dogs, crowing in delight.
such an intimate world back then,
but it had to end, the bigger world
was beckoning,
cars and dancing, other little people,
places to go, things to see,
my dresser drawer, overflowing with
such things as Instant-Pot gaskets (once
wonderful necklaces), shoelaces and
pieces of cardboard,
once a treasure trove of fascination
waits for Owen.
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