A kiss for you and you.
Curly hair braided damp
Surrounded by a lavender hue.
Warmed in the light of the nightlamp,
Awe! Those damn growing cramps!
Anyhow, again it was time
Socked feet end their roam
And our chests raised in rhyme
Little ears were left to diligently comb
Their familiar home for Dad’s ragged metronome.
A growl-made ear sore,
I am still hearing it now –
Yes, even through the door.
Nightly we listen to each Great Knaugh
Slipped from a slack-jawed maw.