Friday, March 1, 2013

Gaining Time

A poem.

By Greg Schmult / February 28, 2013

My daughter is the careless edge ?

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Of smile I wear, a facial shrug that lays aside

The done and not. ?

She is the now of just ?

A minute, the stamping foot of childhood ?

That demands the ever present. ?

Her gift to me is simple: ?

She can dimple time, the way ?

Other children press a chocolate's center ?

To guess its flavor, ?

Laughing so hard that time capitulates. ?

There's a momentary crumple, it bends, ?

Rebounds, and I've gained ?

A second on the world.

Source: http://rss.csmonitor.com/~r/feeds/csm/~3/ADbHSavIQ5Y/Gaining-Time

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