Nephew who runs like the wind,
and ask who is chasing him.
Who is tall and delicate,
who is a sandal and a glass of milk,
Is too excited to get down the last step.
Who calls me "Ma," in Spanish
and "Tia," when he is scared
can't get down the last step.
plays on his table sunrise to sunset.
Who used to cry like a white ghost,
is smiling
is a tootsie roll in a cotton candy bag
is scared to step off
doesn't want to jump anymore
is waiting for his father to catch him.
Who wakes me up from the last step,
is overalls and everyone's shoes.
Who laughs up and down the house,
and in the backyard.
Is the wind in my face as i run
asking who is chasing me?
Who chases him who?
