Fridays at 6

There’s quiet satisfaction that I feel
as soon as they come running through the door.
Their energy is boundless, coursing, real,
and I sit back, receiving hugs and more.
High-pitched their voices greet me with a peal,
for they are nearly 8 and almost 4.
And though they’ll swamp me with their energy,
I’m sure there’s nowhere else I care to be.

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