“She’s performing even when she doesn’t know she’s performing,”
Rachel, the six year old big sister and buddy explains to me,
for no one is a better expert than she
regarding her going-on-three younger sister Izzy,
she of the curly locks, engaging smile, quick eyes, and verbal tours of force,
nothing also seems to get by Rachel,
acute in perception of every piece of the action around her,
and extraordinary in perception of the pattern after pattern
the pieces can make:
figuring out even and odd numbers, with just a little help at four years old,
cracking the pattern of reading now at six:
correcting the pronunciation of “hoped” to “hopped”, just by context,
guessing again and again in sports brackets better
than many who know far more of the details,
now the younger draws the eye of the adults,
for we are moved by the extravagant, the novel,
and we can miss the subtle, the deeper,
the acquired taste that takes longer to appreciate,
each is well worth the effort,
one just takes a little more chipping away to find the jewel,
each just as bright as the other.
by Henry H. Walker
April 3, ’11
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