Now she has 100 %
of my attention.
That
was what she
really wanted.
She loves to dance, and color, and play
with Polly Pockets.
She knows how to keep me involved and
busy with only her.
She'll hand me a crayon, then trade
crayons with me.
She'll have her doll ask my doll
questions that I must answer.
She'll want me to dress them, then
change their tiny rubber clothes.
She doesn't want me to sit beside her
and play Candy Crush on my phone.
She doesn't want me to be looking
through Facebook, while she plays alone.
She doesn't want me to be cooking
supper, or washing dishes.
She wants my undivided attention, my
hugs, and my kisses.
“Dance with me, Oma!”
All of it's a dance.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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