Touching the table
Tapping the table
Smacking the table loudly
Leaning against the wall
Leaning against the table
Causing it to creak and slide backward
Leaning against the opened door
And almost fall
Let me go and off
Climbing the window grill
Climbing up and down
Climbing left and right
As I watch in fear
In fear of his safety
But burst of laughter
Is his response to me
Pushing the chair to the door
Climbing the chair
Hand reaching to the door knob
And the door is opened
Grinning upon accomplishing it
Leaping from the chair
And run to my embrace
Astonished by his action.
Running around the living room
Running around the bed side
Running around the library
Running around the mall
Observing a twirling spectacle display
Spinning round and round while holding my hand
Upon reaching home
Kicks in the air
Swinging his legs in the air
And off the sandals out of his feet
One drop onto my head
One landed my spouse’s face
Knocking grandma’s room door
Wanting to enter her room
No response
Banging the door
The door is opened
Enter her room swiftly
Press the door lock at the knob
But, he can’t unlock due to his height
Before sleep
In the cot
Twirl his body
A somersault occurs
Finally, the active baby
Falls asleep in the
Small lit room
With music.
Oh, I am in peace.
Peace has returned to the house.
Everyone is at peace.
A peaceful atmosphere.
Inspiration On: Saturday, 16 June 2012 at 9:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 21 June 2012 at 1:23am
An observation of my active toddler who is going to reach two years old, the above inspiration is birthed out and penned down. In the paragraph “Upon reaching home”, his sandals drop onto the floor. Though I depict it landed onto my head and my husband’s face, it occurs in the realm of my imagination in order to make it funnier.
Yoshiko 