February 26, 2012 § 2 Comments
Then the merest hint of a giggle
decorated her voice as she announced,
“And I am eight. Almost.”
“I thought you were older,” I replied.
A smile flickered over her face,
but she quickly replaced it with a somber expression.
“So tell me,” I continued, “what were you seeing?”
Silence. Then, “Nothing. I have to go,
I’m late, Mama will be looking for me.
And I left my glasses in the hen house.”