Small child, Thank you for showing me the world through your eyes For making it important to watch insects For giving me many excuses to inspect Berries and bicycles and people passing by For finding entertaining bees or butterflies
Because we are never waiting
We need no help to pass the time With my hand in yours or yours in mine
Because with you I have a new excuse to sing
It’s legitimate To dance in the street To watch closely each others feet
Splashing in puddles and rustling through leaves Laughing madly breathless and free
I have every right when you are with me, To play with sticks, to scream a bit To look up at the sky Count cars driving by
At ducks we quack back At birds we tweet We don’t even try to be discreet
In the morning sun we linger With shadow puppet fingers Hiding snacks for squirrels on the path And pulling faces that make us laugh
You don’t talk yet and so I’m fluent In how to do all the talking while we play truant
