The big yellow slide

I was right behind her, and she waited

for me at the bottom, her arms open and

welcoming.

Mimi! She cried, and I will never forget

that energy, that way of being in the world,

the world of the big yellow slide, the one that

seemed so frightening and high

so recently.

every day she climbs a bit higher as does

my confidence in her.

I am right behind her, watching her and

learning from her, 

who says that the young must learn 

from the old.