Penguins Joey Davide
I watch as he patters down the stairs, Hand running along the garlanded rails— Bright smile, excited brown eyes, Wearing feety pajamas with penguins Just as happy as him. Racing to the tinseled, rainbow-lit tree, He picks one in bright blue paper And tears it open— Not being able to deal with the suspense Of doing so slowly.
I can’t see what’s inside Because he hugs it immediately, As tightly as he can; He rocks it back and forth, And pushes his face into it.
“I love my penguin,” He cheers, “So, so much!” And he smiles for the flash of light With a somehow wider grin than before. “How happy are you with that penguin, Joey!” “So, so happy, Mommy! “I’m so happy!”
I tear, As I pause the video And shut the recorder.
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