I watch her
as we walk.
It's raining. Her umbrella is folded
waved around as she sings
oblivious to the light rain I shelter myself
and the baby from.
She sings and chatters
hair and face
kissed by the moisture.
She chatters
why do the worms crawl?
can she wear her boots on the
way home?
When can she walk alone?
I watch her
carefree.
no worries
except maybe
the chicken for dinner.
She spins
and she twirls
waving to the cars
My Little Hands.
May you never stop.
