Daddy Is Home

By Lindsay Law

I look outside the window,

And then look at the clock.

“It’s nearly time,” Mom says,

So I put away my blocks.

I clean up all the toys

That are scattered on the floor.

I comb my hair and wash my face

And stand behind the door.

I listen very carefully,

’Til footsteps I can hear,

The door opens a little bit

And shiny shoes appear.

The footsteps stop. I hear a voice.

It’s deep and happy too.

“I’m home, my son!” my daddy says,

“And glad to be with you.”

Illustrations by Brad Teare