Officer Harvey, One, One

On Patrol

As I turned onto their street, I could see the little guy,

He was in the front lawn, all dressed up, and was not a bit shy,

He was “directing traffic” as any good police officer would do,

Wearing a policeman hat, with a whistle in his mouth, just like he knew,

Yelling “slow down” and waving his arms as he saw me approach,

A “radar gun” pointed right at my car, with resounding reproach,

He directed me into the driveway, his little hands bending at the wrists,

Then he looked at me with a tilted head and said something like this:

“Gigi, you were going a yittle bit too fast”, holding his tiny fingers apart,

“Slow down next time or you’ll get a ticket”, (This child is pretty smart!)

“I’m directing traffic, Gigg.  Would you like to come and help me?”

“I’m Police Officer One, One.  Who would you like to be?”

As he spoke, another car came driving by the house,

He turned and ran that way, like a scurrying little mouse,

He waved and blew his whistle, “stop”, he was demanding,

The drivers only smiled and waved in the direction he was standing,

He shook his head and looked at me; I could see the disappointment,

“They are going much too fast!” They must be late to an appointment,

The sun was shining and it was a lovely winter’s day,

Not too cold and not too hot, as he continued to play,

Police Officer One, One, was on a mission to serve and protect,

His imagination was exploding, as he kept the vehicles in check,

I don’t want to forget these times, they are so very precious, you see,

When my 3-year-old grandson, gave a traffic warning to me!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  2/17/2020