I turn the pages
Anxiously
I turn the pages
the fuzzy edged pages
of my old notebook
impatient
to see
to taste my own words again
to make sure
each composition
was as good as I had left it
as it had seemed
the other day
I wrote it
I wrote it with a parent's eyes
And my child
my paper child
had no flaws
so anxiously
impatiently
I turn the pages