0238 The Moment Poem by Michael Shepherd

It's mealtime. You knock
on her door with just the right degree of respect
that behoves a parent to their child;
this she will always notice and require.

She looks up. Her eyes focus on you
but behind her eyes
her mind is still in
that other place.

There is magic in this room.
This room is the greatest place on earth
at this moment full of magic
which she will leave, but
never leave.

This is the moment when
your whole parental role
is in question. As your eyes meet,
acknowledge that magic. For
eternity watches you and her
in person. in person.