Peanut

...for Juvie and Tarah In blue jeans and a sweatshirt, tousled hair, a cheeky grin, she whistles and the birds sing back, she puts a load of laundry in. A country girl with country manners, "Thanks so much!" blesses her lips, her daughter shares her airs and graces, dancing now, mom sways, she dips. Dressing up for Church on Sunday, mom and Peanut looking fine, mom's pleasant voice outsings the others with mellifluence divine. Skipping home from God's Communion, licking ice cream cones they smile, playing Hopscotch on the corner, laughing, leaping all the while. A six-year-old with imitations of an adult's ways and means, she's the perfect little lady sharing momma's hopes and dreams.