Alison

	
	Your bookmark came in the mail yesterday--
	crayons and tape and some of Grandmom's yarn,
	bundled in a handmade card
	with a picture of you,
	all snug in a winter coat
	red mittens and a scarf.
	The curtains drawn behind you keep out the cold
	but you fidget
	and want to play in the snow NOW.
	Somehow you manage to stand still
	for "just a minute."

	That picture won't stay up on my wall--
	too much energy--
	it twirls to the floor,
	mischievous sprite.
	I tape it up, smile and wait for it to fall 
	so I'll smile again at your three-year-old grin
	and wonder
	how you got to be seven.

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