Harding Stedler The 2River View, 5.3 (Spring 2001)

Master of Trust at Three

She vaults from floor to shoulders
where she stands ceiling tall.
She loves the thrill
of going airborne
at almost three.
Her infectious laugh
is reward enough for me
to volunteer again.

Atop my shoulders,
she begs never to come down,
feels safe in a world
of ceiling fans.
She clasps my thumbs in trust
until I surrender her to mattress,
where she bounces her way
to safety on solid ground.

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