My Little Ones
They go forward
with the brightness of trust
on their backs and with laughter
that loves the other’s affection
and humorous ways.
They run water through their chubby hands,
opening and closing fingers in grand delight.
They are testing the ground, days
of love and giving the whole of their intensity
to growing up.
His colour is deep blue and hers is olive
with a yellowish hue.
They grace this home and atone for the damage
of other failed dreams.
They are smiles etched on my shoestrings,
coins under the carpet, a sprinkler in
the noonday sun.
They give and they receive, rich with the substance
of these and of all spectacular worthy things.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Mothers Always Write”, August 2015
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