He was just a little kid.

He saw me trying to move the sleeper sofa.

“Ya want me to help ya?”

“That’s very sweet,” I said,

“But that’s ok. You go and play.”

Then when I gave up trying to move it 

And went to get something out of the kitchen,

I came back in the living room

To see he was moving it by himself!

He was four years old!

He’s very strong.

Yesterday at his tennis class,

Some of his coaches were trying to move

A lightpole that had fallen from the storm.

He was watching them.

“Ya want me to help ya,” he quietly asked.

They looked at him in his baggy tshirt 

His too-big shorts that hide his frame, 

“That’s ok. You go play.”

So he did.

But I guarantee 

He could have moved it by himself.

He’s crazy strong.

-jenn