Still dark big hand is on 10 little hand between 6 and 7 Shshshsh no one else is up not even Mom and Dad Down the hall jump over the squeaky spot open the door It creaks! Run downstairs one twothree fourfivesix seveneightnine teneleventwelveJump the last two Flip on TV and flop down Footsteps in the hall but I got the beanbag
This week’s Revisited is a poem from 1992. My two little boys were playing in a friend’s basement with her three boys, and they had all gone upstairs for something. A few seconds later there was the stampede of little feet coming back down. It reminded me of running downstairs to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings when I was a kid.