He asks
When you die
what animal do you want
to come back as?
An otter
I answer.
He says
Me too. I want
to come back as an otter.
Otters are cute.
Otters have a lot
of fun
right mom?
I smile
and say yes.
Taking my hand,
eyebrows furrowed,
he says
When I come back
As an otter,
I want to live with you,
okay mom?
Okay, I say
and smile.
Okay
He says.
March 6, 2009
March 13th, 2009 at 12:30 pm
Sweet prose and sweet boy!
March 14th, 2009 at 12:46 am
Thanks very much, Colin. Nice to see you.
xxx