We sat outside for a few minutes
Felt the mist on our face
Saw the lighting in the distance
Heard the gentleness of the rain
I pulled the busy cover of the day
And carved out a moment for us
I put dishes away
Picked up a few of your books
Hid the bubbles and the paint jars
While you sorted beads and made up words
Your own language
Filled with sounds I want to bury in my mind
I pulled the busy cover of the day
And carved out a moment for us
You walked toward your easel
Took a pen and a cup
Clear, plastic, used to your imagination
You placed the cup against the paper
Held the pen and gave it instructions
One circle, then another
I pulled the busy cover of the day
Felt a moment for me
Saw you trace circles, narrating step by step
Heard you struggle without frustration
And that feeling called for a slice
Start with a Story 