Little One
 
He runs.
 
Little feet
 
They patter.
 
Little One
 
is
 
speeding
 
like
 
a raceway car.
 
Zipping,
 
Flying
 
like 
 
a bird in motion.
 
Always
 
going somewhere
 
with a
 
Purpose.
 
Little One
 
He runs
 
with happy joy
 
from room to
 
room
 
sometimes stopping
 
to find himself in
 
mischief.
 
Sometimes
 
Stopping
 
at the window
 
to gently touch
 
his own
 
reflection.
 
He is
 
quiet
 
now
 
a minute
 
caught
 
in
 
his own
 
wonder.
 
But then-
 
off he runs.
 
Little Joy
 
you fill our home
 
with
 
laughter.