Clumsy — awkward steps across the hall — Childlike stomps beyond the wall.
My heart skips a beat.
Is it you? Are you home?
Stealth — I meld with the shadows — I limber lithely behind the arch.
Eager to surprise you with my smile.
Are you near? Is it your footsteps I hear?
Shouts — call out your name — voice cracks through the silence.
We melt into each other’s arms.
My child is home.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse mtb.
If only …….