Today we played
Red Light! Green Light!
and you dutifully stopped
and started
at the right times,
until you got close enough to me
that no amount of
Red Light! Red Light!
would keep you from
careening and giggling
into my arms.
Later I dashed to the car
through the winter rain
and urged you to hurry,
but you walked at a measured pace
to feel each icy drop.
You break the rules,
but your All Wrong
is more than All Right to me.
(a dashed-off effort in recognition of Thursday poetry blogging)
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I was reading this and (remembering how yesterday went for you) was afraid you were going to write that your car also dashed into something. Whew.
Sounds like a better day. Beautiful poem (especially to be whipped up for Poetry Thursday.)
wonderfully whipped up - ha!
a measured pace…to feel each icy drop
I like that!
Ah, lovely. I particularly like the image of careening and giggling into your arms.
If Wednesday was grey, then it sounds like Thursday was Red and Green!
I can just picture it. Lovely.