I seemed small too once
and moved apace.
My hands opened doors and I ran
Out, out looking for treasures.
Come back and put your mess away!
My apronless mother calls from the porch.
Do I want the big or the little cup? A red or blue one?
How could I know,
the boy confused by joy
who couldn't place
his own gasping?
It seemed so easy then,
the running.
Awesome. It's been awhile since I've gotten to read one of yours. Love to see it. That seventh line is great, btw.
Yes, I happen to have a kid at home who moves apace, runs on from every mess he's made, and can't slow down long enough to eat or drink... Loved this!