I dreamt last night my toddler was misplaced.
I saw her last with toys upon the floor.
Pursuing treasures small, she crawling chased
some marbles and then sought a little more.
And I lost track of her – my dreaming tour
went elsewhere. I awoke to worried cares.
Where was she? Then I let time reassure –
she’s 47 now, asleep upstairs.

(Huitain)