GOD RHYTHM

Splish splosh

God rhythm

Ma say

"Don't go out to catch your death!"

Foolishness!

Bare feet and

Raindrop meet

Made for each other, and

Seven year old me

Love to

Run.

Puddle stomp,

Run, and jump, and

Wiggle toes, and

Mom

Runs scared

Behind me,

Huddled under 'brella

Screaming,

"Yssa!"

"Get inside!"

Sometimes

When she catch me I

Sit on

Stoop with

Blanket and

Cards and

Listen.

Splish splosh,

Splish splosh,

God rhythm.