The knot in your hair

As I
am brushing
my teeth
I hear
a knock on
my door.
I open
the door and
stands
a little face
pointing at
a huge nest
of hair
on the side
of her hair.
In this moment
I think of you
as a little girl.
I was not
around for
this,
I just stepped
into your life
a year ago.
But I
can imagine
you as a little
girl.
Much like you
are mow
 sweet
and kind
and pretty
beyond
belief.
I have you
sit down
and you
instruct
me to pull
because
you
are not tender.
I still
pull gently
and think
this is
what
it must like
to be a
mother.
Having these
little
moments
without
even thinking of
them.
Letting them pass
by and going
through life.
It moves fast
and this would
probably
be something
you would never
focus on.
But I am.
Not because
I am your mother.
You have a mom.
Not because I
want to be.
Your too old for
that.
But because of
this
moment we
are having,
in this second.
You might not
even
think about it.
I took my time
with your pretty
red,
thick hair.
And
you were up
and gone
so fast.
I went back
to brushing my
teeth.
I smiled
at myself
in the Mirror.
Because that
knot in
your hair
felt like
a sweet little
moment
that we shared.
And for
me
I enjoyed
that
more than
you
will
know.