Age Four Comes Easily

I see age four Standing in the long school hallway By his lonesome Exasperated preschool teacher three doors up, watching. I know her hands are full with another four-year-old Who is also a run away. I introduce myself. Ask who he is. He mumbles something I cannot hear. His name badge tells me his name. I ask where he is going. He says “My mama’s house.” He takes my hand and walks with me. Easy peasy.