The jugglers

My five year-old showed me a picture he was drawing
of a blonde woman with long black eyelashes.
I asked who she was. She is a juggler. 
She’s juggling some things.

These are her daughters, he said
leading me to two more pictures.

The ladies in these drawings are surrounded 
by so many objects in the air around them
circling and falling and landing on the grass.

They are juggling fruit, wedges of watermelon
and fun things, like a jack-o-lantern
and even (what are those?) some medium-rare steaks.

Their outstretched hands are frozen in place.
The objects arc over them like a rainbow
filling both pages with more things
than a woman should ever really juggle.