As your brother babbles and tugs

My hair and head for infant hugs

His coos take me back to you

Little poet, Teagan, my boop

Parva mea musa, to you I'll be truthful

Transparent enough to scatter light into

Worry about failings and missed time

Red tempest in my weathered mind

But I've so little time to indulge my fear

Gone again before I've noticed, the year

So precious the time in which I still see

The very first child I had witnessed be

And bask in that mawkish confide

Of a vapid father admiring his pride

You've done so much growing

And there is so much left worth knowing

While I travel with you on this journey

I hope to share the gift of learning

Of love, life, lilacs and baby's breath

Of subatomic particles known and yet

To be discovered by a mind untapped

Potential like cellophane to be unwrapped

Clear as light thru water & vacuum shone

Or refracting in cuts of our birthstone

Some day that spark will in you ignite

A flame to envy the sun's might

Illuminating the dark of our distance

In moments apart, like this instance

Being apart from you only invokes my ire

Dragoness, one day you will breathe fire