Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

We told her she was adopted, held her

blankie out the second story window. We

made her cry. We told her we were

going to play detectives, and she

had to be the secretary. We made

her eat mud, or at least we tried. She

climbed up the silo while we played.

She must have been only three.

Someone had to go get Dad. I

remember her up there, the sun

making her body one small dark line.

She was the youngest one.

Not matter how old you are, we told her,

year after year, you will always be younger.

Read Full Post »