A Father's Memories

Standing over her
Standing on top of it all
Remembering when
I was there myself
Not so long ago
Prodigy
Staring back at me
A mind to fill
With so many things
I barely understand
Myself
No
Control

She moves, she speaks
But doesn't understand
The words
The discipline
I love, I teach, I work
Infant
Pride comes with
Small Achievements
So much to remember
Will all be gone
Soon
No
Time

Soft breath mists the air
As patiently she speaks
Making her plans
For the world
For her place in it
Young woman