Across the room you catch my eye,
bouncy curls bobbing, glinting sun,
chubby hands clutching, waving spoon,
secret laugh bubbling, casting joy,
and I want to stop time,
freeze-frame your innocence,
So I try.
I pick up the camera.
But I cannot capture
the way the fading sun fingers your golden curls,
painting a second sunset in my kitchen;
the way the twinkle in your honey eyes sparks,
and I see my grandmother winking there;
the way your coy giggle spins and curls and winds
across the room, around my heart.
At last, suddenly wiser, I stop trying.
I put down the camera,
and sit down across from you,
and drink you in,
and share your secret joke,
and know, somehow,
that I have finally caught the moment,
and my heart will always remember.
This piece was originally published on the author’s website, LizzyLife.com.