Tuesday, April 18, 2017
She’s one year old. One tooth. A total pudge.
She tries to get out of the water but her
soaked diaper must weight
ten thousand pounds
so all she can do is
Later she sees me eating Cheese Puffs
and toddles over, towering above me,
a baby so giant she blocks out the sun,
sticks out her hand and yells: “MINES!”
Her mother hustles over, apologizes,
and hauls her back to their blanket.
Then the baby starts eating sand, grinning,
grinding the grains with that one tooth.
from my book Have You Been To The Beach Lately?
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 4:43 PM