Perhaps I wouldn't have enjoyed this as much if I'd read this only as a poem about childhood, but the "To" at the start and the shift at the end made me think this was a vivid memory of childhood instead, and N - perhaps a mother herself now - was suddenly dragged back from her reverie by the tasks at hand, and by Time, symbolized by the watch on her wrist. She 'woke up' to her real life and current age just when I did, and she left me charmed. Perhaps I've gotten it all wrong, but that way of looking at the poem has stuck with me.
Best,
Ed
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