Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Are you my mother?

        The bridge was mossy and crumbling, so much so that I held little Hanna in both hands as she clutched the rusty railing.  Like a tiny turtle, Hanna stuck her head over the top bar and peered into the babbling brook below.
        "Mom," she exlaimed quickly, "I see them! I see all the fish!"  Underneath the glassy surface ran a school of jumping fish--too many to even count.
         I felt her adjust herself in my arms to get a better vantage point.  After a watching for a minute, Hanna furrowed her brow and said, "Do you think the mommies know which ones are their babies? They all look the same."
         "I imagine so, " I smiled.  "Mommies know."
          She nodded her blond head, all at once relieved, and stated, "Good!" 



the preceding was written for Magpie Tales, a photoprompt provided by tess kinkaid

12 comments:

indiwriter said...

loved the innocence in this story..

Brian Miller said...

cute...convos with kids are some of the most amazing...

Reflections said...

Love the images you have created, a young one scanning the fishies over the rail... beautiful!

Pat Hatt said...

Never know what will come out of them that you never even thought of, so innocent and funny at times, nicely captured.

we are the we said...

i was like hanna and saw creatures swimming in water..but my poem went another way. ;-)

Steve Isaak said...

Excellent, enjoyed this muchly. =)

Jingle said...

lovely imaginations.

Naquillity said...

funny that your story would imagine the picture as a school of fish. my first thought upon seeing the photo was worms. great story nonetheless. hope all is well. have a great night.

Suz said...

Oh well done !

Anna said...

Delightful story, well told!

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely, just lovely.

Anna :o]

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

O, lovely and wise.