Look Memaw

Look Memaw! I went outside when my grandson called me. Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking. I glanced all around, left and right, searching. Then, I heard it, his wee small voice saying, “Look, Memaw, I am up here in the tree!” To my surprise, I had to look way up. Not ten feet, not twenty feet, thirty feet – Yes, tiny as he is, he climbed that high. Afraid to show alarm, that he might fall. I laughed and said, “What are you, my primate?” “What’s a primate?” he asked curiously. “A monkey, a primate is a monkey.” After I responded, he replied, “No.” With great pride, adding, “I am a tree frog.” © February 29, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen © February 29, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Narratives Free Poetry Sponsor Catie Lindsey