The Tiny Gentleman
Eight sets of hugging arms,
The smallest bodies actually airborne.
Two to eleven year olds
At the sound of the door.
Nothing makes an aunt feel more loved
Than this traditional greeting—
Joining the party
(Late, as usual).
Or so I thought. . .
Emerging from the kid-pile,
Ty is waiting
(The smallest of the triplets)
Only four—such a peanut.
Paper plate in both hands
Two olives—one green, one black
A clove of garlic
A pita chip with a mountain of dip.
Runny nose and face alight:
“Aunt Amy, I made this nack (snack) for you!”
Knocks me over again and again.