Permanent Boops

by Kate   Feb 24, 2022

Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day.
Where playful little pokes make you
giggle and run away.
Your toothless little grin makes me
smile as you seek revenge,
Targeting me with tiny fingers while
my assault you try to avenge.
Our little permanent boops turn into
a full blown tickle fight.
But one thing you’ll never truly know is
how they make my night.
I love the confidence you find,
thinking that you might win.
And the playfulness that comes
whenever the game begins.
Your laughter fills the room and
I can’t help that mine does, too.
I’ll always hold the memories of
playing permanent boops with you.


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  • 9 months ago

    by D.


  • 9 months ago

    by Michael

    Hi Kate,
    Such nice a nostalgic feel in your piece. the little games we create that stay with us forever :) nicely penned.


  • 9 months ago

    by Kate

    Permanent boops is a game my niece and I play. I would poke her on the nose when she was little but she’d always wipe it away, so I started saying they were permanent once she was old enough to understand. Now it leads to tickle fights, little karate chops, a roomful of laughter.

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