At Six
I overheard the neighbored reprimand my Dad,
“Those kids playing there
will ruin your fine lawn,” he said.
I watched my dad’s laugh resolve misplaced concern
“Bill, we’re not growing
grass, we’re raising girls.”
I didn’t hear what followed only knew that I stood taller
Us there, in the shadow of
my Dad’s big oak tree
my bare feet stained comfort
me, at six
“Those kids playing there
will ruin your fine lawn,” he said.
I watched my dad’s laugh resolve misplaced concern
“Bill, we’re not growing
grass, we’re raising girls.”
I didn’t hear what followed only knew that I stood taller
Us there, in the shadow of
my Dad’s big oak tree
my bare feet stained comfort
me, at six
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