“think about it”…my poem

thinking it over…

We’re walking, slow.

What’s he thinking?

What’s her fleeting joy?

Maybe they ask the same of me.

Are we really different?

I’m bigger,

they have growing to do.

I can see out the window,

they see so many things

for the first time.

I remember last week’s party,

they will re-learn the fun

of blowing out the candles.

I can ride a horse,

they can see a horse where the chair is.

I wish I could stay longer,

they will welcome my return…

…but for now, we climb the bosky trail,

hand in hand, we laugh together,

we chase that squirrel with our eyes,

we wonder:

what’s he thinking?

what’s his fleeting joy?

maybe he’s asking the same of us.

September 7, 2025

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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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