Running Mother's Ragged Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Running Mother's Ragged
Wide open spaces, enough room for an adult, yet a child
is so much smaller and runs their hearts out, back and
forth in the waiting room.
Smiling and laughing, having a great time running their
mother's ragged, chasing after them.
An exhilarating experience, remembered in this gentle
poem of childlike humor, benefiting spirits immensely
as the child runs up and says, 'Hi'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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