You arrive.
Dark clouds disappear.
You laugh.
Music to my ears.
A clatter.
Up stairs two by two.
You chatter.
Nothing else matters.
I wish
I wish my arms
Were long enough
To keep you encircled
I’m my embrace
Like mister tickle
I wish I could move
With you from place
To place
With that bracelet
From Blake’s seven
I wish my brain
Had a special GPS
To warn you of any obstacle
Like those CIA drones
I wish I could Uber eat
Chicken soup and
Chocolate milk to you
Whenever you are hungry.
But I’m just a Mummy.