In eager anticipation I wait.
My once a week allowance
for which I will never, ever, be late.
I stand
and bubble with joy
a smile inside and out.
I stand
eager eyes on the dividing door
waiting for the rout.
It moves!
I beam
as skipping, jumping, bouncing ball of energy
runs into my arms.
I beam
as book bag, lunch bag and things she’s made
are trusted to my hands.
We move
hot hands pull urgently
to the swings that cannot wait.
We move
push with laughter, screams with joy
a bond with in us make.
We share
our stories our secrets,
the cheeky things we do.
We share
our time to play
just me and wonderful you.
You are in my life long daily
with you around, all glows.
I am
you are
we be
and I hope that always shows.
by Andy Wild
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