This Frozen Memory

Infant attention does not demand
Steady hands are sought by tiny
Regret is unknown to the infinite present
Gifted into the space 
Between father and son

Abstractions flood parent mind
An accordion of crashes
Beneath the ice calmness rises
Ashless, cool,
Bluer than sadness

Words sound absurd to the hearer
Smile eyes ply the weary
For touch
Reaching to grasp
The red wagon