Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I spent the day with my oldest niece. We flew the butterfly kite she got for Easter. Both of us kept breaking into the tune from Mary Poppins, “Let’s go fly a kite…” then swiftly forgetting the rest of the words, but continuing in happy humming. The kite got stuck in a tree. I wrangled the twine while she looked up in worry. Eventually I set the kite free, so I felt pretty darn cool.
We sat in a clearing between two lilac bushes. I told her it was my favorite place to read when I was young, so we gathered a few books and read them together. I lit up when she told me that reading is one of her favorite hobbies. We braided strands of grass for bookmarks. She yodeled at one point, “I love poetry!” So did I. We agreed that haiku can be tough and rhyming is awesome.
We put dandelions behind our ears–our left ears, since we’re both left-handed. I love her so much, and love that we have this in common. Then back to the kite, then back to our clearing, then ice cream cones in the shade. It was the sort of day that made me wonder if she would remember it later. So just in case, here it is.