Chasing balloons in the sky You, Lu and I…
We are one.
We hide from tigers, we catch a sneeze
We warm the fingers, we guide the scooter
You hair-slide the curls, that very much suit her.
We draw, “not there!”, get covered in paint
We cry, but laugh more; and for longer
We run and play, our hearts grow stronger.
We drag our feet, we trip in puddles
We “duddle-me?” softly, her warm baby cuddles
We cook the din-dins, we pat-pat the tum
We do the sing-sings, we “need the dum-dum”.
We call in for Walter, we dance with Mia
We warm her bottle, for me it’s so clear…
Though there’s three of us here, this is my toast:
To You, Lu and I – the One I love most.
Yapparister – May 2013
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.