Some days I forget
Everything
I know and everything that matters–
*poof*
My baby girl is twenty one.
The days of baby joy are gone–distant
Memories, bright as the Morning Star,
Roll up from the horizon, drop down again.
Soon I will be too old
To remember how her birthday parties
Turned hope into chaotic bliss
In the blink of a young man’s eye.
Today is what I have, today
My baby girl sits
Across from me reading Gide,
And I am wondering
How any of this makes sense
In the half-light of a setting star.