Randa Talley

The longest day, having to wait,
Naptime forced, then freed to gait
To driveways end, where bus arrives
Sister has tucked away a prize,
For me who missed her all the day,
She thought of me along the way
Inside her satchel, my treasure sits
How selflessly, she thought of this
Her small hands reach in to find,
A small box to place in mine,
And I, with hearty pre-school glee
Open this carton meant for me
In bliss I savour every drop
As home we go and do not stop.
What joy this act of love did bring
When chocolate milk, made my heart sing!

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