Explorer (Grayson)
A 20-month-old touches everything in sight,
Everything is fresh and new, and he tries with all his might,
To take everything in- that nature has in store,
His Gigi, that’s me, enjoyed watching him explore,
On the short walk to the playground, I would soon ascertain,
The sidewalk wasn’t wide enough to keep his curiosity contained:
Tree bark, a stick, a signpost, a lock, a fence, a rock, a sewer drain,
Electrical boxes and water meters intrigued his little brain,
Birds chirping and airplanes flying above did not escape his inquisition,
The closed swimming pool and bike rack were also supposition,
Mounds of mulch around each small tree and straps to hold them straight,
Were points of interest to him, before reaching the playground gate,
Well, rain had fallen earlier, and the equipment was soaking wet,
He stood atop the slide and contemplated “Ready, Set…”,
But “Go” did not follow as he wiped the water with his hand,
I helped him down the steps because it was too slippery to stand,
And we headed back for home, him in constant exploration,
The adventure was the journey...and not the destination,
He stopped for a picture holding firmly to a metal sign,
“Cheese” he said joyfully, but the joy was all mine,
Tammy Harvey
Written: 3/25/21
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