By: Debbie Ann Tan

Worn-soled shoes cast off,
His feet step into rubber slippers.
He roams around the house
Shuffling on wooden floors.

He walks into the kitchen
To smell Mom's tasty dish
He sits down to eat at the table
His soles scrape the chair's leg.

He herds us to our room
Tickles us till we give up
He turns out the lights and
Leaves us to our dream world.

He puts up his slippered feet
TV is on while he reads his news, too.
In a while, Mom readies for bed.
From there, he peeks in our room

We hide behind the open door.
He thinks we're sound asleep
He shuffles back to their room
Sits on the left side of his bed.

He shakes his slippers loose
His feet go under the covers.
We jump on the bed laughing
And he gives us a little sermon.

But he and Mom allow us to stay.
We snuggle in the middle.
All our feet touching each other.