Intentional Watching 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 sunup to sundown Expectations are high for two little clowns. Those sweet little faces all smiles and cheeks crave intentional watching as opposed to 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 while conquering 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. Gamma is watching and fully engaged. “Now Bubba go first,” says sis with the plan he gladly accepts his sibling's command. Karate kicks and ninja rolls Spring to your feet and touch your toes Do a little jig and take a bow Gamma looks so very proud. Time to switch places, sis picks up the pace With a skip, a spin, and a happy girl face. March in place, stand tall, with hands on hips Gamma’s watching remains a lead role in the script. Gamma watches the action as they giggle and joust sitting comfortably cross-legged on her cream-colored couch. One’s a ballerina, and the other, a samurai Or maybe a chef with her sous chef close by. Whatever the theme they play and they play. When Gamma is watching, everything’s 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.” So the two wait in silence like good children do. Until Gamma stops talking to who knows who. Though the watching’s relentless and much in demand Gamma keeps watching her sweet little lambs. Do they tire? No sir. 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, The tempo that’s the 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 the 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 and pajamas doesn’t sound too bad. Now to the bedroom for more kisses and hugs. Tucking sheets tightly so they’re nice and snug. 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. 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.
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