My child looks me in the eye

and smiles with her mouth.

We go for a walk

in the stroller

every afternoon,

and we play in the dirt

until freezing.

I am surprised that the grass has

the same smell,

after thirty years,

although I don’t really remember

how it smelled before.

My child teaches me

without end.

I forgot to grow

after a certain age

and now I don’t have time for anything.

But I look my child in the soul,

and I start over

from the first smile.