Three Line Lunch: Christmas With Genevieve and Jackson

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 126

Christmas With Genevieve and Jackson

My aim this Christmas: stake my claim on the hearts of my niece and nephew.
Four years ago baby Genevieve laughed on my knee. Two years ago I only scared them.
Tonight Genevieve comes down before bed and runs to me for a goodnight hug.