A Short Poem

“This will be her first poetry reading,” Megan said. Hattie’s foot shook. A low buzz, like the white noise she played in bed at night, filled her head.

Okay; so I have grandkids. Just bear with me. My almost two-year old granddaughter is an early riser, and she loves to swing. So, on occasions when she spends the night with us it’s pretty much a sure thing that someone in the house will…