I love these legs.
With their scrapes and bruises
That serve as reminders they carry
a little human who chooses
Adventure.
Whatever form it may take;
Be it a run through the garden
Or a swim in the lake.
“Again!”,
Is her battle cry
When we throw the ball
Or I lift her high.
“Tay-Tay touch it”,
She says when she spies
Creeping things,
Frogs, birds, or flies.
Oh, my girl!
You make Dada proud
When you leap in faith
With a squeal so loud.
Yes, my girl!
Drain life to the dregs.
Tumble, run, and jump
On those wonderful legs!
By Herndon | MUSIC 