Press and hold. Pause and be bold. Little children laughing at your disdain, pressing the button over and over.
Rushing towards us you’d rush, mother trying to, couldn’t make us hush. The roaring laughter from deep inside bubbled and bobbed, breaking loose from our throats.
Tears swam down burgundy cheeks.
Your frown, our signed commitment to be mischievous.
Dawning Creations 
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