A funny grin,
a look-at-me
and laugh,
a catch-me-if-you-can
run right at me as I sit
on the floor pretending
not to notice so that
I can trap you
as you pass,
and my heart
is full as you say
I love you in every
giggle and hug,
every pummeling
run that knocks
me over as you
once more trust
these aging arms
to catch you,
our own game of Little
Red Rover, and that
glint in your eye
and sly grin
assure me
the resulting
deep tired
I will feel is
so very worth it,…
oh, child, how
I love each silly
part of you.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2021
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