Your sister says "a stack." Your teacher says "fine motor skills."
The editors at Parents say "a strong portfolio."
"Awareness" comes to mind, and "diligence" seems apropos
Perspective on the strength successive sessions will instill.
Although your lips have formed the bases of a verbal life,
The letters carved thereon are merely undistinguished shapes.
So many things occur across the blurry lush landscapes
Of moment, and we rush to save each one as precious, rife
With meaning more than these obsessed parental reveries.
No single image held over the chasm cut by time
Will serve as keystone for an overarching theme, but I'm
Convinced no clearer blueprint's drawn for building memories.
