FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY

it's the little things
remain
shadows on your skin

memory preserves it
makes it more precious
despite its insignificance

the ephemeral
made permanent
you all sunlight and shadow

marking you a tiger
a stripey 5 year old. . ."Rrrrr!"
you roar burning bright

I throw my little tiger
up in the air
catch her years later

the sunlight now
in teacher mode
displays

an equilateral triangle
made of
pure light

hear her voice
of then
still telling me now

"Look...an equatorial triangle!"
and so for ever
it is

the angle
I see her from
changes

the years come and go
and the equatorial triangle
still burns brightly

you my little girl tiger
twisting the sinews
of my heart