Playtime
Watching my sons play
Brings joy in a world of grey
Off they run in the dirt
Not caring if they get hurt
Little bodies with great big schemes
Endless amounts of energy it seems
Laughing in the grass
Zipping by me they pass
No care for tomorrow
Only smiles, no sorrow
Each new game they meet
Running on little feet
Off on their bikes
Walking on little hikes
Smiles across thier faces
In the dirt their toy cars leave traces
Every parent knows what joys this brings
Watching them play with such simple things
I smiled all through this phrase
But now, I'm off with them to play
A short little poem for my little men.Yes, that's really them pictured above. And yes, it's a self portrait.
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