Yulissa's Request

Yesterday my daughter was twenty nine And I tried wrapping my mind around it Tried to bring to comprehension The swiftness of the passing years The baby in my hands like melted snow The petals fallen The pollen seedling into tree The blossoms of another's spring While winter sets on me So hard to comprehend in her growth That I prayed for this Long nights of lullabies made insomniac By the cries of her appetite For the bottle I must warm and feed To the tongues first addiction to delight And I nervous kept her dry Enslaved and trapped within each cry Each protest she proclaims Until I sing. The lullaby became An anthem for me, my composition My liberty. And yesterday the baby spoke again "Daddy, post my anthem on my facebook domain." And the years just melted away.