Poetry

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“Dad, it’s a good day for a jog”
or so I think she said, laughing
over her shoulder, heading down
the lane, the alley,
to the main road, to the corner
to the school
“Beat Ya!”
Oh it was a close race,
with her little legs and mine
matching strides to pick up
her buddy, her older sister
But no jog home, no big sissy
had penny loafers (or a near equivalent)
“Dad, I’ll run out of them,” she said
Probably so. No matter;
easier to hold her little hand
when we aren’t running home
But it Was a good day for a jog
and better still
for spending time with them
easy on a busy day

April 11, 2007 15:41

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