
Things the Old Woman Will Tell Her Granddaughter
(a mid-flight manifesto scribbled on a napkin over the Atlantic)
how to laugh
like you mean it—
and like it’s a secret—
all at once.
(the cat tries to copy this.
it sneezes.
it’s almost as good.)
dandelions cut through seriousness
better than scissors.
(also: they stick to cat fur
like tiny yellow protest signs.)
some questions
answer themselves
when you kick off your shoes
and let the grass tickle
your “i’ll figure it out later”s.
four kittens are not chaos—
they’re joy with extra paws.
(the neighbour’s cat—still not hers—
disagrees loudly
from inside the overhead locker.)
you can love a world
that includes both skinned knees
and the way morning light
pools in your palm
like something too precious
to spill.
note from 39,000 feet:
if you’re reading this, my girl—
the kittens definitely need
an unwritten rule:
something about how to nap
while technically
still causing trouble.
(you’ll know the words.
i’ll bring the chocolate.)
and when the old woman finally lands in America,
she kisses the girl’s forehead,
and whispers:
next time,
we’re smuggling you
in the overhead locker.
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