Beautiful reflection on parenthood. Gave me goose bumps!
Like Merlin, I am growing backwards in time. I am riding the temporal rails back through the months and years Dreading the moment when, sped by the inertia of her own impatience, I meet my young daughter somewhere on the tracks. Propelled forward as she is by her fragile wisdom and shallow bromides, She regards me as first as an edifice, and now as an equal and finally as an artifact. Going. Gone. I watch her form spiraling up the line, past the markers to perception and experience. Still trailing back, a wizened comet with a hoary tale, I see the echoes of what she has been and discarded. And how I have shaped her. And she seems the same echoes reflecting my million young moments. At some point, her momentum will cease and she’ll snap back to the now…where I will be waiting for her. Dwindling still, but slowly, and with time enough for love and tenderness. Until next our paths diverge, meet and we come to regard each other again. |
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