A little poem that I've been working on for some time. I think I can leave it now :-
It is still light outside,
for the summer is not yet done with;
the sun splashes gold against the closed curtains.
Having played with every toy, and played again,
and having asked and answered so many questions,
and having completed an experimentation
with dancing, climbing, tumbling, sitting, falling,
having run through the day
they have outrun the sun into night-time,
child, and mother too.
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