i skipped

I had more than eleven words in my head yesterday
and I could have shared them,
I almost felt obligated to share them
because I share them every day,

but yesterday, I skipped.

I took all my words and I whispered them
into the ears of my babes and promised
eternal love.

yesterday, I skipped
across the parking lot holding her hand
a hand which was once so tiny it could not wrap
around my pinky
and now so large it fills my palm and drags me
on to aisles of pink clothing.

yesterday, I skipped
out into the street
and caught a football bigger than
the baby I remember
now grown so large and throwing it.

I have all my words
and they're painted neatly
and lined up in perfect rows
punctuated and adorned with
adverbs and adjectives and
proper prepositions,
but for one day, I will only share
these treasures with the wingless angels
who prove God to me
with their birth
and my resurrection.