Four Months Away

A little hand taps my back.
I look down at the glowing eyes
that welcome me home.

In a show of growth, she stands
on tiptoes, swaying side to side
in a bid to keep her balance.
Both shy and excited,
she makes a lunge for me,
throwing her arms wide
as if around a tree trunk.

Her hair seems so long
as it dashes about, tickling
my cheeks and my neck.
As she clambers over me,
I make myself heavy, glad
to support her weight
as I have always done.

“That’s enough now,” I say.
She skips away. I can still feel
her hand on my back.

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