Terrible Twos

I step through the door at the end of day

Heavy with the weight of life’s daily care;

I hear your feet draw near and then you say

“Daddy, up in the air, up in the air.”

Running to the entryway you stretch-out,

Bending over your hands reach to your toe;

Standing after the splits you turn about

Facing me with a smile ready to go.

I grab you under your outstretched small arms

And toss you like a ball above my head;

You spread your legs and grin without alarm

You laugh out loud, you show no sign of dread.

Whoever coined the phrase Terrible Twos

Never had the chance to be around you.

January 2009