I know nothing about Nita, but this. She died a few years ago. She was three. She loved pinwheels. Her mother, Theresa, loved her very much. I imagine Nita sitting on my lawn, watching these pinwheels spin in the wind. The mail carrier pulled into the yard today in her truck and she asked me what I was celebrating by putting up the pinwheels. Life, I said, just life.

Today I am celebrate all of the lost children, including my own, who did not live a long life, but lived a full one nonetheless, in that they loved things and were loved. This pinwheel is for Nita. Who was three. Spring Album On Facebook.