Pinch, tickle, walk away
Sophie, 15 months, Sends a Message
My daughter bends down to tickle me
as I sit in a chair writing
but grabs instead a roll of mommy
fat, inching over the waist of my pants.
Not so much of a roll as to warrant a muumuu,
say, or a frumpy, flouncy skirted bathing suit,
but enough to pinch with short, chubby fingers.
She is delighted with her find,
pinches, tickles, walks away.
This is my new diet,
my new therapy,
my new writing prompt
to beat the dreaded block:
pinch, tickle, walk away.