When she runs
her feet hit the carpet with a satisfying
patpatpatpat sound.
Often she babbles
or maybe just a long
'Oooo!', or a screech.
Her arms might flail as she seeks
to balance herself.
She runs after her sister
or for an offered treat
a cookie
Or a coveted cheese slice.
But that little sound.
Bare feet on carpet.
patpatpatpat.
Always will I savor that
small noise, often lost to traffic
as we walk
over looked
when we do our dailies.
Patpatpatpat.
