At 5:30 am ,
when Katherine turned to walk away to
enter her corral
for the Chicago Marathon,
I got to time travel,
and she was once again walking away,
to some childhood milestone.
It may as well have been her first day of school
for first grade.
My tears were
exactly the same.
It is like they were saved in some safe place
for just such a day.
So I did what I always did.
And she turned,
as I took a teary-eyed, wobbly,
who knew exactly what she was doing,
and what it would take to do it.