The Very Hungry Caterpillar

"Little man"

grandma said,

"I think you're addicted"

she said as she smiled

and took his book,

he was asking

her to read,

for the hundredth time.

"Crawl up into my lap,

settle in, and I will read

it once again."

Grandma said in his

deep dark eyes.

With his excited

dance then crawl

He snuggled

next to me.

"In the light of the moon."

his little finger

points to the moon.

"a little egg lay on a leaf"

grandma watched his

finger slide over the page

to tickle the little egg on the leaf.

"One Sunday morning the warm

sun came up and -pop!"

Grandmas chuckles as she

felt a little jump wiggle

through his

little excited body.

"-Out of the egg

came a tiny and

very hungry caterpillar."

grandma read happily to him.

He turned the page

and listen to grandma as she read,

"He started to look for some food"

Grandma said with a smile

for she knew this was

his favorite part.

"On Monday

he ate through one apple.

But he was still

hungry." she smiled

as he grabbed the

pretend apple

in his hands

and ate it whole

in one square bite.

Grandma closed her

eyes so she could hear

her little man

repeat the words,

"But he was still hungry." to her.

his first words was this sentence.

not hello , mom or dad.

"But he was still hungry." was spoken

after grandma read

about the two pears

and still again after three plums

Grandma's eyes watered at four strawberries,

to hear "but he was still hungry"

after the caterpillar ate five oranges,

was grandma's reward

for all the times spent

rereading the tiny tale.

Little hands rose

and hovered over the pages

waiting to grab

the "piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone

One pickle. one slice of Swiss cheese,

one salami, one Lollipop,

one piece of cherry pie,

one sausage, one cupcake

and one slice of watermelon."

Grandma stopped gave him

a hug as she patted his stomach and read,

"That night, he had a stomachache."

Little hands close the book,

every time, right here.

I have always wondered why.

Grandma closed here eyes

and thanked the creator

for the sweet sound,

of his sweet words,

"but he was still hungry."

play over and over

in her elated and excited

celebration.

She thought,

My little caterpillar,

so small on the ground

you have been silent

cocooned in your head.

Another school year

is dawning

for summer has passed

slowly you nibble

away at the

confines of your cocoon,

growing and hungry

changing, emerging, expanding

your wings

to ride on the wind

of words.

Grandma lowers her eyes

and gave thanks

to the Creator

as she read to herself,

"He was [and always will be]

a beautiful butterfly."

and closed his book

for the hundredth and one

time.

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