Her curls fall over my face.
His hands cup my ears.
The duo has something important to share.
They can’t say it too loud.
No one should hear.
Their mother watches from the kitchen,
Wondering if she should stop what surely will be a raucous.
“Do you know what we know?” the older one asks, her face close to mine.
“Aliens love underpants!!!!” the younger squeals, breaking my eardrum.
They roll to the floor, giggling the way only kids can.
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I love that you wrote a poem - and that it was this one. It's just so charming, makes me smile every time I read it. You create a perfect moment in time here. I see the whole thing beautifully.
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