Confused and Amused

 

“Where it go?”

Fingerprints on the window and nose smudges on the glass,

The little boy was waiting patiently for the backyard train to pass,

We thought we had heard that familiar rumbling sound,

And with wonder and excitement, his eyes became big and round!

Anticipation was written all over his little face,

An incredible memory for me, that years could not erase,

As we heard the distant sound of the whistle blow: “toot, toot”!

The closer to the window the little boy did scoot,

In fact, he ended up standing right in the windowsill,

With sheer determination, and a smile from ear to ear,

He turned to me as if to say: what is taking it so long?

But his patience was astounding, because I was very wrong,

It did not pass behind my house this time, as every day it did,

 The train we had heard was on a different track instead,

He put his little hands up in the air; his expression was confused,

In his tiny toddler voice said: “Where it go?”- I was amused,

But also disappointed that my grandson saw no train,

It was a novelty to have a backyard track, sure to entertain,

It was later in the day, when my grandson was napping,

That the backyard train came by, clippity-clapping,

The time spent with grandchildren make priceless memories,

I hope that I experience many more of these!

Tammy Harvey (GiGi)- Grayson at 19 months

Written:  3/18/2021