RACE YOU!
From the school bus to my embrace
But now she says: "Race you to the doorstep!"
And I say, "You got it little girl" So we go -
"On your mark, get s- Hey! not fair!"
She just went running but okay, she's
Coming back, laughing like - oh God!
Laughing like the world is all hers
Or that the world will never end!
And under her breath she says, "Just kidding!
Come on, let's start all over!"
So again we go - "On your mark, get set, go!"
And off with the wind she - looks back, though,
And runs to me with arms outstreched,
Ready to lift my prostrat form,
Like she, for the love of me, could undo
That misstep I did, - clumsy, mortifying!
"Please don't die!", this time, she is crying!
"Of course, I won't!" Now, quick to my arms
This angel I take. And seated both we are now
On the driveway, yes, not quite by the doorway
But in each other's comfort,
"Hush!", I say, "I'm okay!"
I'm no good at racing, am I?
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