In the morning light, a smiling face appears,
Bright eyes full of excitement, knocking on my door.
Patiently waiting for attention, he cheers as loud as possible when the door opens.
Ready to spend time with his best friend, wanting more.
Calling my name in desperation, he waits there in the hallway hoping we are home.
It's the same every single morning when his eyes open. Little feet running down the hall from his room you'll hear it Angie, Angie .
Love of a small child who is always learning. Sharing their all with everyone they meet. Fist bumps and high fives, hugs and little kisses,
The life of little children, learning fast from the attention,
Watching everything I do, his excitement never misses.
Adventure awaits, in the eyes of a child,
Filled with wonder and joy, so pure and wild.
©junebug196
J