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Three Going on Four


She and I hear
the neigh of a horse,
frogs and crickets, the night sounds.
She, three going on four
with a hundred things to tell me,
and I, with a thousand hopes
and hugs for her, listen.

She and I laugh
together about cats,
dogs and screech owls, the night sounds.
She, three going on four
with her head on my pillow,
and I, with the funny fact that squirrel tails
make good paintbrush bristles, listen.

She and I think
about the peonies at the library,
pines and ponies, and we send
helicopter seed prayers
spiraling through the night sounds
to God who, she whispers to me,
goes wherever we go.
She, three going on four
with a million truths to paint for me,
and I, with a tear caught
between bristly lashes, listen.

--Janell W., Adult