Continuing on a theme

Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago.

-jamie


My Daughter Runs Backwards

My daughter runs backwards in time.

Isn’t it amazing, I say,
how just the other day
you were walking?
That old trick? She says.
Talking.

My mind wanders.
Impatient girl, that.
She interrupts me.

Dad, I'm talking.
Yes, you were.
Now I'm singing.
Now you are.
Now I'm twirling.
Now you are.
Now I'm running.
Now you are.

My daughter runs backwards in time.
Impatient girl, that.
She interrupts me.