A Card

He moves quicker–

And I disapprove but it occurs anyway

What can I do looking I can

Only watch and watch grow old while

He speaks more and sings and negotiates

Whatever he wants

The he loops both arms to my frame,

“Hi, Daddy,” he wiles.  Then emptying a 

Yellow box to the floor.  I knew it.

I knew nothing.  Only everything.

In him.

My wee Beat.