porkyandthemob

The soft touch of a mother to her child,
A tender caress from her husband,
A small hand outreached,
A gentle embrace.

A playful growl,
The sound of high-pitched laughter,
A chase through the hallway.
Pitter patter of the little brother follows.

Hiding in blankets and closets,
Running through the Kitchen,
Screaming for dolls and barbies at bedtime.
A little knock at the door in the morning.
“Mama” follows.

“Maaaama, Paaaapa, DONE!”
Toast on the floor and orange juice in her hair,
Her body half out of the highchair.
Breakfast of champions.

The little brother’s balancing act,
The first time on two legs.
Eyes light up,
Smiles everywhere.

The soft touch of a mother to her,
Small hands outreached,
Mama, Papa, child, baby.