One Frog At A Time

I watched her chase down a frog

The other evening

Fingers lunging forward

Grasping and groping gently at the

Clammy mass of flesh

Struggling to escape this laughing,



creature holding it so tenderly

marveling at the life that beats

inside her hand

I saw her then as I knew her

Free from pretension

Bearing no burden but eager

Curious youth

That which burns so brightly for

So short a time

As she loosened her grip

The toad hopped free

I saw him carry away a piece

Of my daughter’s childhood

For that is how it will vanish

One frog at a time


©2019 Lenny Wells

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