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Time With My Kids

By: J. Philip Harris

The air smells good here
Better than I’ve ever known
I stop a little while longer and
Let the sweet smell linger stronger

All the eyes that look my way
As if they call to me to say,
“Here I am, Papa.”

I love the sound of little words,
In here they only come in thirds.
I love the way they make the noise
Even when there are no toys.

I love their little fingertips
And all the messy bathroom trips.
I see the writing on the wall
And find it hard to see it fall.

I love the Panda and how she talks.
And the Owl and how she walks.
I love the Whale with his sad eyes.
And the Lion’s dapper guise.
I love the Monkey and her cheese.
And Elliot the Dragon’s sneeze.

I love the sleep I do not get.
But cherish more the moments
When I get to hold them close.

I stop a little while more
And revel in the dirty floor
The never-ending laundry pile
The leaving home that takes a while.

I breathe right in the chaos days
Wishing they would only stay.
I’m quite aware of how time flies
And, soon I’ll have to say goodbye.

I just wish that time stood still
And sat upon my windowsill
Where always I could take it down and
Spend it with my kids.

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