You held your stuffed lion
Close to my face
And ROOAARRed.
When I fell over with feigned fear
Your face lit up with delight.
The attack was on
As you climbed all over my back
And let your lion “bite” me
Over and over again.
A fit of giggles from you
(to have a grown-up
join with abandon
into your imagined world).
Uncontrollable laughter from me
(to play with you
in such a way—
pure joy).
Today's prompt: to write a poem of gifts and joy.
This incident happened this week. Writing this poem reminded my that one of the greatest gifts I have been given is to play with children through story and acting, to join them in pretending. I have loved every minute of this.
Precious ... reminds me of many of the moments with my daughter. Love it.
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