One Summer Day

My daughter is a grown woman now, but here’s a poem based on a summer afternoon we shared when she was in first grade.

Crawfish Hunting

for Reanna

The water cooled
beneath the willow’s shade,
a shadow that eased
between the stones where
the crawfish hid. And the one
with the missing claw:
so sad it must be;
it deserved our care.

Catch it, daddy!
Catch it!

Stomping through the shallows,
we attempted a rescue,
jabbing our hands
beneath the water
until the wounded crawfish
darted away to some unseen place.
We could not follow.

That night, we prayed
for that silly fish;
it couldn’t comprehend
how much it was loved.

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