There she sits, along the seashore, my little girl. All knees and elbows, laughing at the waves, green eyes blinking in the sun. Time holds her in its thrall, me as well. I blink my eyes and ten years have passed.
I want it to stop. I want it to speed up. I want her to be my little baby girl again. I want her to be the woman she was born to be.
The waves tumble and fall, crash forward and release back into the tide.
Still she remains my little girl.