Hair tucked around her convolted ears

White as the snow lying before me 

I watched the color develop 

The way her wisdom came along with the time 

Wisdom which she shared with me 

Love she gave to me 

For my eighth birthday she placed a present in my small hands 

Anticipation rose as I ripped through the delicate wrapping paper 

My childish eyes have never been happier than to see 

A bright blue toy car 

What made it unique was the gear that would allow it to move 

I would spend days winding it up and watching it race down my hall 

It would eventually come to a halt 

But unlike the toy car that I could wind up again 

When her eyes shut and her body was still 

I could not simply “wind up” the rod connected to her heart