The Adventure of Kids

Squeals and scampering little feet.

Toys you bump into at night and find hidden in your work boots, come morning.

Little forks, little spoons.

A special rock forgotten in the kitchen; an emptied pocket of sand found next to the toilet.

Little hands against your face, a soft kiss.

A wet shoulder from screaming tears when a toe is caught or a step is missed.

A curious noise, a curious silence.

Climbing up a piano or the discovery of a freed diaper and the hot pursuit that follows.

Colorful paintings on the fridge. Missing socks under the bed.

Shoes with no socks and underwear worn on the head.

The adventures of kids.

The tasks and the chores, the nights and the meals,

The small hand in your hand.

The “ooh”s and the “aah”s at a park or a zoo.

The slumped over heads in the rear view mirror.

Little whispers, little tickles.

Smudged hand prints on the storm door, waiting for Daddy to come home.

These days fly by like seconds on a clock.

They fly by like bubbles through a wand on a summer day.

I’m trying to catch every one, every memory, every smile.

For one day, meal times will be quiet.

There won’t be anymore bedtime stories.

No blanket forts, no hide and seek.

And the adventures will be no more.

Submitted by Isaac Emeigh of Martinsburg