Pitter patter, pitter patter
new walking feet drag and step
on the laminate mock tree that
covers the floor
under the Persian rug.
And a beach ball floats past gently…
An excited smile crosses her face
boasting the half inch gap between
both front teeth.
And for the first time today
my heart is filled with joy.
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