greenleaf

she sings these lilting, wandering songs that make no sense.
"fly, fly, fly and shake, shake, shake, and if i were a basketball player i would win the game and tweet, tweet, tweet, i win the game today. please fly like me today. ok."

then she shakes her head, pushes her glasses up on her nose and proclaims "Aslan is on the move today." before starting a rambling conversation with an invisible Mr. Tumnus.

when she sneezes she brings me her doctor's kit and demands an examination.

this is what her life is like. set up in 4 minute intervals.

"two hundred thirty" she says looking at the thermometer and then back up at me hopefully. " yes" i say, "that sounds about right."

now she dances away, "achoo. achoo. i'm sick. but i can play with you a little bit. a little bit? yes. hey, spin with me. jump like this, jump like this, make it scream, make it scream. you can turn into a fluffy bear and wear... HEY!" now she looks back at me "mama, are wear and bear rhyming words?"

"yes" i answer.

she nods her head. it's just as she suspected.

now she has climbed up into the wardrobe and is closing the door.

sometimes i feel like she's not really here. she's only a sparkle, a lost stream of my consciousness. she's a little gypsy moth just waiting for strength to lift off and disappear.