Delicate Cargo

She straddles trike

Knee-high, brunette

A voice of song-bird pitch.

The big kids

Play catch

On the cul-de-sac.

She laughs

When they laugh

Wants to join

Apprehensive though

Hit in the nose once

That hurt

Didn’t want them

To see her cry.

Mom, backyard, tanning.

Big sister left in charge.

Little one

Peddles onto asphalt.

Randy’s new jeep

Enters the lane…

All too fast.

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