Running by ‘Diane’ (Draft 2)

RUNNING by ‘Diane’ (Draft 2)

After he learned to walk,
what a thrill to watch him run,

just wish he had a Dad
to snatch him up and hug him,

always hoped to meet someone
who’d love us like a Daddy,

But he’s already 12. Oh God
but for my Father, doting Grandpa.

Yeah, I think this will work:
he’s a great kid, and
so is my Father:

And my Mom loves him too.
All of us sing for him.

We Love him so much.
This is a play we can all do:

what a song when we scamper
in fields of joy, with flowers
that kiss the playful scene

yay noisy team

Yeah, I’d say we are glorious children,
all of us wise and silly, young and old
with so many fields to run in, and I warm
to the flower that blooms in the corner
where I sigh with love,
looking out at the sunrise
and Mother Nature
maybe pleased with us…

— Douglas Gilbert

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Running by ‘Diane’ (Draft 1)

After he learned to walk,
what a thrill to watch him run,

just wish he had a Dad
to snatch him up and hug him,

always hoped to meet someone
who’d love us like a Daddy,

But he’s already 12. Oh God
but for my Father, doting Grandpa.

Yeah, I think this will work:
he’s a great kid, and
so is my Father:

Love them so much.
This is a play we can do:

what a thrill to watch us run
in fields of joy, with flowers
that kiss and let us be playful and happy

Yeah, I’d say we are glorious children,
with so many fields to run in, and I warm
to the flower that blooms in the corner
where I sigh with love,
looking out at the sunrise.