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alekthepoet
alekthepoetSome guy who thinks he can write poetry
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A little poem to make you go "Awwwwww!"

Giggles

Giggles from the child as water

Giggles from the child as water runs down her back, matching

Giggles from the child as water runs down her back, matching the swinging wind chimes just outside

Giggles from the child as water runs down her back, matching the swinging wind chimes just outside the wide-open window. Her mother

Giggles from the child as water runs down her back, matching the swinging wind chimes just outside the wide-open window. Her mother smiles, her shirtsleeves rolled up and

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles.

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles. The white tile around them glistens

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles. The white tile around them glistens in the sunlight pouring in, and I,

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles. The white tile around them glistens in the sunlight pouring in, and I, the grinning dad who just got home,

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles. The white tile around them glistens in the sunlight pouring in, and I, the grinning dad who just got home, stand in the doorway, softened clay.

My wife, my beautiful wife,

My wife, my beautiful wife, looks up at me and says "Hey honey,"

My wife, my beautiful wife, looks up at me and says "Hey honey," and runs another small jug of bathwater

My wife, my beautiful wife, looks up at me and says "Hey honey," and runs another small jug of bathwater over my baby's soft head of hair.

My wife, my beautiful wife, looks up at me and says "Hey honey," and runs another small jug of bathwater over my baby's soft head of hair. The little one trickles out "Hi Daaaaddy,"

and giggles again, as her mother scrubs

and giggles again, as her mother scrubs her little back and shoulders. Seeing this

and giggles again, as her mother scrubs her little back and shoulders. Seeing this scene in front of me, my eyes water

and giggles again, as her mother scrubs her little back and shoulders. Seeing this scene in front of me, my eyes water slightly. I pull it back in; after all

these years it's still difficult for me to

these years it's still difficult for me to simply be joyous. Nonetheless, there is

these years it's still difficult for me to simply be joyous. Nonetheless, there is an ache in my heart, the ache one feels

these years it's still difficult for me to simply be joyous. Nonetheless, there is an ache in my heart, the ache one feels when they first fall in love, and I am standing

here falling all over again. I roll up my sleeves

here falling all over again. I roll up my sleeves and drop to my knees, and give my wife

here falling all over again. I roll up my sleeves and drop to my knees, and give my wife and my sweetie the biggest pecks I can muster,

here falling all over again. I roll up my sleeves and drop to my knees, and give my wife and my sweetie the biggest pecks I can muster, and clean her delicate little arms. The mother

pours another jug, and once again, this little

pours another jug, and once again, this little darling angel, like wind chimes swinging outside,

giggles.

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