I saw a ladybug stroll along the hood of my car.
I was in the morning rush.
Diaper bag dangling on one arm, my purse over that.
My other arm straining to carry my daughter.
I stop and smile.
Stare for a while.
I could not resist putting my finger next to it.
Hard, bright red shell,
with black paint popped here and there.
She is unaware.
I am huge.
She is small.