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Time swept me

before I even realized what was happening.



Years of a life,

and a life of years,

intersect at crossroads,

where I pause to reflect.



It seems only yesterday,

I was a lanky nine year old,

sitting cross-legged on the floor,

surrounded by Barbies, Skippers and Kens,

some in half-dressed state,

while I decided the fashion statement

of the moment.



Now, I'm a grown woman,

peeking through the cracked-open doorway

to my daughter's room,

watching her...

nine years old,

cross-legged on the floor,

surrounded by Barbies, Skippers and Kens,

(and a few unknown to me now)

some in half-dressed state,

while she decides the fashion statement

of the moment.



Part of me wants to join her

on the floor and relive my moments.

Part of me wants to leave her to be,

to enjoy her moments.



For it won't be long,

before time has swept her,

to where I am now.