Hopping Glad

He jumps

And talks

At the same time

Not every time

But at least once a day

For a short time

And often

But not every time

I jump

And talk

With him

He tells a story

Face full of a smile

And feet off the ground

I listen

Smiling

With my feet off the ground

How could I not

How could I sit and listen dispassionately with my feet flat on the ground

Every time

Any time

He jumps

So do I

Because it will only be this way

For a short time