How I love to hear her words

the words which wake me day and night.

How I love the sudden brightness

from her prancing and surrounding me in light.

Why does she always say she has no time

when time is at her beck and call.

Why does she ignore my presence all day

when will she acknowlege me at all.

The days when she see's me 

make me light-up and grin.

The days when she laughs and talks all night

are the ones I hold within.