Summer Memories

My daughter is

running, skirt and hair flying, arms pumping,

bursting in the door to proclaim

the good news:

Mom! A zucchini!

I follow her outside, unable

to resist her joy.

She picks up a stick and gently, reverently,

moves the giant leaves aside to point

at her discovery.

There it is:

a smooth, green, baby zucchini,

beautiful and full of potential,

quietly astonishing.

We admire together, and share the delight of noticing

this good fruit.

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