I remember weeping
for a perfumed eraser
stolen by a friend
when I was a toddler.
I laugh at it now,
with the same pal
who took it away,
hid it from me, forever.
Since my chocolate bar broke
I screeched helplessly
at an airport, my parents
embarrassed without end.
I get annoyed when my
child throws tantrums
here and there.
But the grandparents
hug their grandchild,
behold it as the sweetest
banter.
I'm surprised at their
tolerance, which on me
they didn't ever shower.
How perspective changes
through time and space,
I wonder.
Moment's pain, pleasure,
Unrest, and calm
Crushed in the days
to come.
The same world whirled
around much the same,
yet in the line of time
so tender
reflected acts wander.
