2013-05-25T07:51:33-07:00May 25th, 2013|Parenthood|

Spotty horse

This morning I asked you for the first time
what you want to be when you grow up
and you didn’t pause at all
before announcing

a spotty horse

and when your dad asked you
if you wanted to consider another profession
just in case it didn’t work out

you responded patiently

I will be a spotty horse
for sure

after which we all lay quietly
in the big bed
as the breeze
painted our faces
with the smell of grass

and then after a long while you asked

mom, will you be a hippopotamus

which in my puffy state
I tried not to take personally
focusing on the raw sweetness
of that wet grass
and the easy warmth
of their morning skin.

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