I missed the moment
That was moment like no other
The sheer glee on her face
Her moments are magical
I dedicate myself to them
If not, what else?
Reasonably, not every one but this one I can bash myself about
She loves the camera, well she is photographic
And like the parents in Matilda the book of Roald Dahl, I think my baby is most wonderful, most beautiful.
So here she pulls a magical move
But I am busying myself about the glove compartment
Like its going anywhere
Like there’s a difference if I didn’t pay attention to the glove compartment
Or whatever it was I was delving myself into in a bid to escape
This was a moment I missed and I am glad someone showed me the same
What are we so busy burying ourselves in that we miss the magical moment that is really ours
Oh, be filled with joy and not regret of moments dedicated to you that yours, grasped in totality, even unexpectedly
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