p is for papa

Little did they know.

These children of ours.

That their dad has come for a visit.

From Arkansas.

Perfectly planned.

So that Rudy is home.

Today.

For Roberto's 21st birthday.

I've had to hold my tongue.

For two weeks.

Not say a word.

To make his visit a grand surprise.

So, when they awoke this morning.

Unaware that their papa spent the night.

Snoozing in bed.

Here.

In California.

Their faces lit up with smiles.

Grabbing hold.

Hugging him.

Talking.

And talking.

As their father listened with eager ears.

Feeling like they needed to make the most. 

Of his visit.

Of him.

Before.

His days of visiting.

Are over.