Eden Runs the Train Game

Used to fit perfect on my lap. Tiny socks

kicking while I tap. You point at the screen. Daddy,

what's that do? Chubby little fingers reaching for the blue. Now Eden runs

the train game. My player two grew up fast. Controller in your own hands.

I'm watching from the back. Eden runs the train game. Laugh lines where

the baby fat was. Eight years gone in one blink. You're driving and

I just watch. You twist your tongue on the station names.

Serious faced, like it's all real trains. Dad, you miss it