Rules, Meant To Be Broken

DAILY SNACK

“Don’t run, Becky. Don’t run.”
I would try not to, I really would.
But then there was my very own Daddy waiting to take me home,
And I could see him standing there,
Arms outstretched.
Those arms were the safest and most secure place in the entire world.
So I ran despite myself.

***

“Now don’t run, Colum,” chides Glenda.
And I watch him carefully step one foot in front of the other,
Until he gets about half-way down the corridor.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
And he’s off running,
Right into my arms.
The way it was meant to be.