Fingers so little
veiling that giggle
brimming with ebullience
Meanwhile headed to another deed mischievous
No time to stop
For elope will the bad guy, playing momentarily as he’s cop
Time to be a doctor now
to rescue the one just encountered with his macho blow
And then into a chef he turns
Over-feeding the needy with unimagined delicacies of this universe
Snappily crawls he in the kitchen sink, oven, bow-wow’s crate or bathroom drawer
Earth’s his playground, he’s such a curious explorer!
When he can’t help those chuckles..
with eyes closed, in darkness he can’t be found, thrilled he feels
how I then must pretend playing hide & seek, that I can’t spot him..
Then give up looking all around, hollering his name
For neither excitement nor himself he conceals
Weary then he gets after several of those wee yet glorious victories
Eyes so heavy
snuggling’s now the baby
heart still yearning for more play
Tomorrow again he’s got fish to fry
Sleep tight, sweet dreams.. goes his favorite lullaby
Dreaming of dinosaurs he snores away
Up he’ll be soon, errands to do, with those big roles again
Busy being a superhero, an Avenger.. Thor, Hulk, Superman
Police, physician, chef or teacher
He could be all in one at this age, my naive child super
My monkey, bunny or my sweetest juicy marshmallow
No matter how small, but handful for sure he is, my cheeky little fellow!
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