Letters to Genevieve - grass.

your first time to sit in grass

and you didn't like it much.

it was prickly against your soft bare skin 

you pulled your knees up and your toes curled 

as if somehow this would help you escape the grass below.

your first encounter with grass was not very successful

but there is always tomorrow.

as quickly as grammy set you on the grass you turned my direction

your helpless look and questioning stare bore into me as if to ask:

is this ok mom?