We scribble the small, teeny weeny post it notes, hang it up on memo boards
to remind us of appointments with doctors, managers and colleagues
or at times the to do list for the day
disposable once the day planning is fulfilled
scrunched up in small balls , landing in the bin beneath the desk
It doesn't have any other uses or so I thought
Proving me wrong my daughter changed the post it notes
to write the significant moments affecting her life
the little scrape on her knee when she fell climbing the tree
the pouting when I could not make it for a field trip
wishing me a happy mother's day
reminding me to treat myself on work crammed day
small anecdotes about her day
teacher who inspired her to create
or the friend who cracked her up with that silly joke
the argument about what to wear
with girls who thought they were fashion queens
struggle with her music lesson
and the feeling that she was ready to give up
moments when we could not spend time together
distances that sometimes made sharing harder
conversations between us remote
when I was rushing to the airport
my mind trying to grasp little dalliances
I would have to make in next few days
over the phone or the computer
and she knew I could not be there one hundred percent.
I would find precious notes stuffed inside my overnight bag
on top of the folder I always check.
it's so wonderful to talk face to face
and when I could not be there
the scrawly handwriting I treasure
and makes me part of my daughter's day
even when I have to be far away.