Point of No Return
Now halfway through your senior year,
you'll graduate high school in June.
Dear grandson where did those years go,
and how did you grow up so soon?
While searching for tree ornaments
tucked safely in our cellar space,
I found your old electric trains
still resting in their same old place.
I can't remember which sad year
they crossed the point of no return
and never made it 'neath our tree,
for somehow lost was your concern.
For years your trains remained unpacked;
for sure their worth did not survive...
their point of no return made way
for bigger wheels which you now drive.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Point Of No Return
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Judged: 12/14/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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