River

Thick, warm legs (as tiny as such can be)
Scurry and hustle as fast as the wind will blow.
Blonde curls fly to and fro
With little arms pumping: all to reach Me.
My knees sore from such a long wait
But my heart elated at the sight
Of this angel pushing with all its might
Only to find my arms in an open state.
Then a clash and feet lift off
While teeth shine brightly
And the Sun warms more might'ly
The Two laughing with Spirits alof'.
Joy so heavy that no man could hoist,
With a feeling indescribable but to those who've Rejoiced
At the mere creation of such a Thing
As the happy, innocent embodiment of giggling.
God Himself made known and manifested
In both: as golden Love and infinite Hope.
Tightly they remain in Glory lest it
Should ever end by a parting grope.