Our six year-old

“Did you notice?”
You said once.
“How I don’t address you by name?”
“Did you wonder why?”
Then we smiled
At each other

We then leaned
Toward each other
“Did you notice?”
I said.
“How he made fun of my name?”
“And asked you if you can borrow me?”

Six year-olds are that way
They run off and bring us our love
Like how they run off and
Bring us a glass of water

Raj Karamchedu