The Treasure

Don’t you see the treasure Mama?

As I run my hands through it right before your eyes

In the giant golden bowl

With the sun streaming in the window

Don’t you see how it catches the light?

Are you not amazed Mama?

You don’t seem to be

You seem to be looking away

Is there anything more important than this treasure?

This treasure I have found right here

Right before our eyes

Waiting for me

Can I touch it?

Can I run my fingers through it?

And who is that man?

Looking through the window

There he goes

He back is round

Like Grandpa

That’s it

He saw it Mama

I think he knows it’s treasure too