A Moment of Repose

A young child in her father's arms
A serious little face,
leaning back against him.
His chin and mouth resting on her hair,
looking down at her,
His look so gentle,
Gentle and loving.
Her dimpled hand, flat against his chest,
Not clinging, perhaps possessing,
perhaps just there.

A lifetime ago, I was that child.
I know I still am...