Every night of every weekday,
I would eagerly wait for the clock to say,
“Ding ding dong ding,
it’s time for the door bell to ring!”
Still in my diaper,
Toddling my way to the door,
Silently hiding like a sniper ,
Waiting to pounce when he steps onto the floor..
My mom would open the door,ignore and smile a smile so sly,
bhoooooooo!
Then he would pretend to be shocked, scoop me up and while giggling I would fly..
This was the tale for as long as I can recall,
Sometimes past my bed time, rubbing my eyes I would play with my doll,
My dad although late, still would tuck me into my bed,
He would feed stories about giants and trolls in my head,
Wonder eyed I would believe that if I ate orange pips,
An orange tree would grow inside and start coming out of my lips!
Years went by and I grew up so fast,
Now the story is just same but the characters are oppositely cast,
Now I ring the doorbell and he waits patiently for me,
He gives me that smile which he used to see,
On my face, when he used to return home after a hard day,
I feel like a mother returning to her son, and I would rather not have it any other way..
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