Pure Joy

From the kitchen
I hear their breathing,
Stomps and pounces,
A thud.
With pounding hearts
And sweat lined brows,
Daddy and his son
Rolly poly,
Tumble bumble
Across the floor.
"Pillow Fight!"
More laughter,
In big belly bursts
And shrilly thrilly shrieks.
The two
Boys of my heart
Together
Make a sound
I'll never forget.
A pillow fight,
Pure Joy.