Walking with the Little Professor
We step out into the humid, shady morning.
"This is good weather for the crested gecko," she says.
"We could take him walking,
if we had a tiny but really long leash."
We go to check on the chicks,
hatched only weeks ago.
We make our rounds through the
Lazy butterflies float by.
The dog won't lift his head to greet us.
Leaves drop themselves into the creek to float a while.
The sun beats down.
"And now this is good weather
for the bearded dragon
because he likes the desert,
but it's too hot out here for me."
Years ago when she was about four,
she found a special rock on the playground
and held it up to me:
"Wose Quawtz," she said.
I lost her to kindergarten round-up that year.
I'll lose her to middle school shortly.
"Four more days until school starts, Mama,"
she said out of the blue today.
"Time sure does go fast."
(*Insert crying like Snoopy here*)