Umber (5)

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.”


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