Never in my life
Have I wanted to write a poem
About the joys of playing;
The idea that one can have so much joy
Ached into their being
From another through
simple running, throwing, touching.
Infectious smile on top of beating heart.
Fearless steps leading to euphoric laughter.
A daughter wrapped into a beating drum
Of pure play.
Hair flashes with movement and life;
Like an electric twine machine.
Teeth and tongue follow with bubbles of words.
All in God's own image.
All for the soul of the future battle of me and mankind.
Nonsense need live where my heart will rest.