I Forget

Prompt: Write a circle poem–a poem with the same beginning and ending line.

“Don’t forget this moment.”
But now it hovers at the tips of my fingers, at the tip of my tongue,
Blurry and distorted by the hum of activity that
Sweeps my days away so when I blink the week has gone.
I look at pictures less than a year old and fail to recognize
The little face that my heavy eyes studied day and night.
Rosy cheeks, soft feet that fit delightfully in my hand,
And the tighter I hold you, the more I wonder
If this too will become a memory I can’t quite touch.
When you have a full head of hair and you walk with confidence,
When your mouth bubbles with words and questions,
When your voice lowers and you become a young man.
I suspect I will be telling myself the same thing with every passing year,
“Don’t forget this moment.”