Age Four Comes Easily
I see age four
Standing in the long school hallway
By his lonesome
Exasperated preschool teacher three doors up, watching.
I know her hands are full with another four-year-old
Who is also a run away.
I introduce myself.
Ask who he is. He mumbles something I cannot hear.
His name badge tells me his name.
I ask where he is going. He says “My mama’s house.”
He takes my hand and walks with me.
Easy peasy.
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