She always had curious fingers
One morning I rose
To find her pawing the floor,
On the lam from her crib;
She screamed for adventure
I foolishly taught her to walk
One day when she was five
She strode to the store for Skittles
Without a penny in her pocket,
Or waiting for me,
Or writing her itinerary;
I was, needless to say, in shock
Anguish led to astonishment
At her safe return;
Was it while she learned her ABC's,
That she started scribbling
Africa, Barcelona, Chicago
On the blackboard with chalk?
Along with postcards,
She now collects postal codes,
Exploring provinces and regions
Where, soon to be, legions of students
Are touched by her knowing heart;
I'm not, in the least bit, shocked
---
September 20, 2017
To find her pawing the floor,
On the lam from her crib;
She screamed for adventure
I foolishly taught her to walk
One day when she was five
She strode to the store for Skittles
Without a penny in her pocket,
Or waiting for me,
Or writing her itinerary;
I was, needless to say, in shock
Anguish led to astonishment
At her safe return;
Was it while she learned her ABC's,
That she started scribbling
Africa, Barcelona, Chicago
On the blackboard with chalk?
Along with postcards,
She now collects postal codes,
Exploring provinces and regions
Where, soon to be, legions of students
Are touched by her knowing heart;
I'm not, in the least bit, shocked
---
September 20, 2017
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