SAYS PHOEBE is a bird whose whistle sounds like, “fee bee, fee bee”
Long lashes surround deep-brown eyes
In her beautiful little-girl voice
She says,”So here’s the deal”and, “we have to put away my shopping cart”
Even the most mundane conversation becomes verbal art
She points to the hanging Santa decoration and asks, “Can I play
With that?” I hem and haw looking for the answer that I think she
Will understand when she asks, “Is it fragile?”
She is only four!
She is a hip little chick being raised by hipster parents
What is that wobbly thing in my throat every time she’s nearby?
Her eyes widen with excitement for she now has my complete attention
Little tiny hands clasped tightly around her family’s heart
She is loved!
She speaks in clear, dulcet tones, “ Gramma! Gramma! Do you
Want to see something?” There is a depth of wisdom and humor
About her that denies her youth
At the ice cream shop absolutely everyone is losing the battle
Of melting ice cream
Phoebe calls out in frustration, “oh shit!” Smiling faces quickly look
Away(still smiling) for the moment is sticky in more then one way
Even then she is loved, adored and admired
She is only four
A realization visibly washes over her and she angrily implores her
Mom and dad,” Are dinosaurs dead?!”
Similar to her reaction when at the donut shop the lady just ahead of
Her and her daddy takes the last donut Phoebe had planned for
Herself . After a day to think it over, she announces to her
Parents, “That lady took my donut!”
She does think of herself as a big person; after all the Pandemic has
Largely restricted her friendship’s to two-her parents
She loves head-banging and playing air-drums to heavy- metal
Music or singing sweetly in turn with her daddy in singsong,
“I love you, I love you”
Say Phoebe bird wags(yes wags) her tail and whistles, “fee-bee, fee-bee”
