Anxious and excited, she told us her tooth was loose. Over and over to the hallway mirror, checking on it. I’m sure she kept pressing her tongue against it, absentmindedly and often, the way we all do with the gaps.
And then the next day, popped right out of her mouth at the arcade.
We left her a coin from the other side of the world under her pillow.
My little girl, I can’t stop you while you forge on ahead. Can I at least hold your hand?