The Cart

Dommy smiles from ear to ear.

He darts so fast, he has no fear.
He runs hot laps around this place,
If you could see the look on his face.

The wind is breezing through his hair,

He holds on tight, without a care.
I watch the day light up his eyes,
You can hear my heart break when he cries.

He wants to talk, but instead he plays.

His hazel eyes have much to say.
I feel the spirit within his soul,
That impish grin leaves my brokenness whole.

I witness his love, his joy and glee,

When Dommy pushes his cart with me.