It's a pretty concrete poem (good for teaching) about parents putting together a puzzle while their daughter teenages (a needed verb - like sulks, but more complicated) upstairs.
The parents enjoy the simple act of solving the puzzle - more so currently, since now, their lives, their daughter are so fraught with difficulty. Their real problems, unlike the puzzle, are near impossible to put together/to solve.
They will have to return to attempting to fix the ruptures in their own lives at some point, but in the meantime they complete the puzzle as a reprieve - a pause. It is hard to deal with complex problems only. A mild puzzle is an appropriate break from it all for these two.
It's a nice poem, but one that I will probably forget before too much longer. It doesn't have much that would draw me to it again and again. No stunning language, no surprises or deeply held emotions (for me). It's mild - very much like a puzzle.
Favorite line: "We do this as the child / circles her room, impatient / with her blossoming"
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