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.