The turn

I showed my hand naïvely once, my trust laid bare, my skin the tell.

Each thought a flicker on the flop, each feeling, a clear window dealt.

But tonight, around the table’s edge, I watched my teens play out the game:

The timid folded, fearing loss; the restless burned, too wild to tame.

And there she was—my daughter, fierce, her poker face a master’s blad…