Time

Daddy's shadow touched the pages

of a book I read last night.

Mama frowns at me from mirrors

as I smooth my wrinkles out.

Someone else's child is sleeping

in my toddler's bed again,

And I sigh at the reflection

of my daughter's favorite grin.

Now this stranger in my body

goes through motions of my day.

Father Time has paid a visit

while I looked the other way.