Watched a young girl today at the Hilltop cafe. She was there with her very overweight mother and grandmother. It was fun.

This little girl was around 3.2 -3.7 years old and was full of spark of life. Her singing was terrific and it was a joy to watch.

What was very interesting was her response when her grandmother asked, “Who made that mess?” while pointing at a spot on the table. After asking about five times the little girl said, “Daddy did…”

The grandmother smiled and replied, “Knowing him, yes he did.”

A person can learn a lot from the language of others, a monster can learn much, much more.

As the three got up to leave the little girl  grabbed her black purse (very large for her size). She had to make sure she had her cell phone (which did not work) and then she started to push her little pink stroller with a stuffed teddy bear as a passenger.

The little bear was white with red and black spots.

Watching her push the stroller carefully outside the view then got better as sunlight hit her on the face, revealing teeth she would lose but which were bright white today. She looked up at her grandmother and the conversation caused her to start laughing. Most wonderful to see.

Her life is before her, one filled with many choices. Based on what was felt and observed she is making the correct decisions and her future looks…good.

As for this monster, it stirred up memories of past lives and memories of coming stories. That’s what’s great about being a monster and addicted to writing…endless stories, stories of reality, of fantasy, of horror, joy, and every emotion humanity finds so important. For tonight, a poem to a little girl that caused me to smile, and my heartfelt thanks.

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Short Stuff

 

Booth seats to have seated so many butts

Past times where elbows hit the table, feet the floor, and food consumed; plenty

Near the window she stood, her little butt even with the table, her hair cascading to meet.

 

Tiny legs to stand upon the seat, moving in motion; dancing; eating; singing; laughing; looking around, even at me.

 

Constant energy, a blur of speed, even gliding over reprimands from her fat mother eating, much like me.

 

It was a wonderful meal, for body, soul, and mind, and soon it was complete

When last seeing this wonderful creature tending to her stuffed baby

there was the picture of a mature woman in her future, with her own little girl, her own family, and it was good to see.