Three whirlwinds of feet, arms,
\neyes like fireflies.
\nJackie, Anna, Megan,
\na flock of swifts,
\na balustrade of bells,
\na choir of laughter,
\nchasing and running.
\nA tempest of showers,
\nrivulets of water,
\nand everything a toy,
\nscraps and balls,
\ndolls, telephones,
\nwalls to pound,
\nthe house opening up its walls
\nand windows.<\/p>\n
Shuddering as if to dance,
\na house coming alive
\nwith these children,
\nwith their incandescent souls
\nreaching through the sanctum
\nof its usual quiet,
\nand a joy coloring the ceiling
\nwith their shadows,
\nrunning through the doors.<\/p>\n
I join them,
\nlift them as high as I dare,
\nhide my aches and stiff legs,
\nand go and come,
\negging on their blithe spirits,
\njoining them like a wave,
\ncrashing in helpless foam
\non the sand.<\/p>\n
These cherubs of life,
\nthese remembrances of things past.
\nMy house calls out
\nin its pounding floors,
\nthe awakening of its rafters.
\nLife is here.
\nLife is a joyous shout,
\na fireworks of light and sound.
\nThese wonderful children,
\nJackie, Anna and Megan. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Three whirlwinds of feet, arms, eyes like fireflies. Jackie, Anna, Megan, a flock of swifts, a balustrade of bells, a choir of laughter, chasing and…<\/p>\n