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We’re all waiting for something.
Sit with a coffee at the airport and guess who will stand up when someone walks through the door.

We are all lazy in something.
Wait in the frozen food section and see who picks out the pizzas and frozen alfredo.

We all have something that makes us happy.
See the girl sitting on the top suitcase of an airport cart,
the joy on her face as her father pushes her. The Simplicity.

Live while you’re waiting, even in the small things,
otherwise you are simply waiting to die.

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As I raise her bleach-blonde locks,
thin and soft as silk,
into little fountains out the sides of her head,
realization sags my shoulders;
soon she won’t need me.

I am the one who chases her around the backyard,
sprinting in slow motion
as her bell-ringing laugh echoes,
little legs tripping over un-tied shoes.

I am the hero who saves Barry,
her one-eyed, ketchup-stained teddy bear,
when Nick snatches him from her weak arms,
his jealousy engrossed in a game of “keep away.”

I am the lap on which she drifts into slumber,
as we watch The Little Mermaid
while popcorn grows stale in the bowl beside me.

But eventually we all have to grow up.

Jimmy Choos and Chanel bags
blue eye shadow and silver hoops
flower fragrant perfume and strawberry lotions.

Barbies will dust in a box behind the stairs
nail polish will replace her tea set
a cell phone glued to her hand.

I smile into her innocent blue eyes,
biting into the sweet Honey Crisp
that we decided to share.
Time will only continue.

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