Sometimes,

I hide in Nana’s front yard,

Watching for Mummy’s car.

I can hardly wait to see her.

My Nana is wonderful,

But I love my mummy.

 

Sometimes,

When Mummy parks

She just sits there,

With her nose on the wheel

And her shoulders  funny.

Then she pulls her stuff  out

And walks slowly around the car,

Looking for ants, I think.

Nana’s gravel goes crunch crunch.

 

‘Mummy!’ I yell, and I jump out.

‘Mummy, I’m here!’

Her head jerks up, and her earrings swing.

She smiles like sunshine.

She holds out her arms to scoop me up.

‘Hi, Pumpkin!’ she laughs

And runs the last few steps.

‘I am so glad to see you!’

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas