Gamma's Superheroes, indeed!
Love goes beyond big hugs and wet kisses.
It fills up a room and grants many wishes.
A wish could be missed if attention’s not paid.
All God’s children need recognition and praise.
For Gamma’s attention sun up to sundown,
Expectations are high for her two little clowns.
Those sweet little faces all smiles and cheeks,
Won’t settle for watching that’s merely a peek.
“Look at me, Gamma, watch what I can do.”
First a flip, then a twirl, and a dance move or two.
Run around in a circle, quickly down on all fours.
Pretend to be lions and let out a roar!!
The pride on their faces as they conquer each quest,
Insisting on accolades delivered with zest.
Sharing secrets through whispers
as the plot slowly thickens.
Theatrics compared to that of C. Dickens.
The two are a team as they take the stage.
Julliard contenders based on Gamma’s gauge.
“Now Bubba go first,” says Sis with the plan
He gladly accepts his sibling's command.
Karate kicks, a chop, and a ninja roll.
Spring to your feet and touch your toes.
Do a little jig and take a bow.
Gamma looks so very proud.
It’s time to switch places, Sis picks up the pace,
With a skip, a spin, and a happy girl face.
March forward, stand tall, hands high on the hips.
Sis is the star in this make-believe script.
Gamma watches the action as they giggle and joust
Sitting comfortably cross-legged
on the cream-colored couch.
One’s a ballerina, and the other’s a samurai.
Or a chef with a sous chef making meals on the fly.
Whatever the theme the drama seems real.
The enterprising children give Gam quite a thrill.
She knows it’s important to watch them at play.
Because Gamma’s watching makes everything okay.
Suddenly, the phone rings and Gam answers the call.
But if Gamma’s not watching, it’s no fun at all.
Gamma says, “Just a second; this won’t take long.
Keep playing the game or try singing a song.”
Oh no, what to do, will it be a disaster?
They wonder if Gamma could be any faster.
Take a breath, and stay calm, that’s what they’ll do.
Until Gamma stops talking to who knows who.
Gamma hangs up the phone and resumes her position.
On the cream-colored couch after a brief intermission.
As the children regroup it’s easy to see.
There are many more games to be played indeed.
The watching’s relentless and in much demand.
Forget disappointing Gam’s sweet little lambs.
Do they tire? No siree. They’ll go ‘til they drop.
Is it a second wind? Yes, maybe. Hippity-hop.
To keep sleep at bay, the music comes on.
The louder the better to halt all the yawns.
The tunes keep the beat, whether country or pop.
But the tempo that’s bounciest is probably rock.
As the clock ticks away, it’s abundantly clear.
That bedtime’s approaching and drawing near.
“One more time,” they say with a look and a “please.”
Gamma keeps watching, then laughs, and agrees.
The finale’s a big one; ideas float about.
It’s off to the corner to map out a route.
An obstacle course with pillows and chairs,
blankets, couch cushions, and a four-foot stuffed bear.
Off they go, it’s a race to see who will win.
When one of them loses, they’ll both try again.
It’s late; they confess and are ready for bed.
Brushing teeth in pajamas so sugar is shed.
Now to the bedroom for more kisses and hugs.
Tuck them in tightly like a bug in a rug.
Off go the lights, say a prayer, and drift to sleep.
It’s been a good day, and the watching’s complete.
Gamma kicks off her shoes and breathes in the air.
She looks at the toys scattered here and there.
Reminisces and ponders all the hugs and wet kisses.
Doled out by two children with hopes, dreams, and wishes.