What's for dinner?

I watch my daughters play and can't help but smile.
They giggle, full of silliness, like only the very young.

I join them on the floor and let dinner wait awhile.
Bellies ought to be tickled and songs should be sung.

Forget cooking dinner, daddy can get take-out.
Instead let's play chase and then hide-and seek.

My children remind me what childhood's about,
as they run and play and laugh and shriek.

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