center stage
April 5, 2013 § 5 Comments
I watch my daughter, fascinated in equal measure by her natural understanding of her world alongside her sensitivity. Unconscious of a natural gift of comedic timing she litters my day with humor, only to curl defensively against sparks of laughter. Eager to avoid the center of a joke she dances in the margin of her limelight. I am a captive audience to her performance, a tragedy of comedy, laughter and reassurance chasing after the same performance.
scribblechic 
You just reminded me of my youngest daughter (now 15) at a much earlier age. :>)
I cannot yet imagine my daughter at 15, so I am happy to share your memory with my experience.
I think I’ve said this before, but your prose reads like poetry. There’s so much meaning between the words.
You have and still I cannot bring myself to tag a post under poetry. The word itself seems to carry a weight I dare not rest under.
With some light editing, this post could easily be a poem. At least that’s how it reads to me.