My Visitor
He throws himself into my arms upon their arrival.
Insists we go everywhere together, no one else invited.
Will let no one else talk to me; gets angry with them if they try.
We travel to the playground together to swing and slide.
He sees the hose and sprays me with it until I am soaking wet.
We laugh and laugh; come in and strip down.
We play with trucks and push trains around, play hide and seek.
He holds my face and tells me where I can look.
He gives me orders, and I do what he commands.
When they try to take him home, we clutch each other
And kiss and hug so tightly.
He is three, and I am his only grandma.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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