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Morning moves quickly as a child delights
in attention and insists on still more.
My serenity, restrained as stained glass, splinters
as I clean the floor she has turned to chaos.
I clear a path to my daughter again and we warm
to each other, friends before we hurry back
to roles we play, parent and child, am I really
Father Knows Best, I want to let go, run wild,
the glass image is overrated and overblessed.

By Rüdiger Rückmann
Written on 7 March 2017