After Camp

We’d not seen our grandson in weeks, Unless you count photo-type peeks, But today, like a champ, When we met him at camp, He was grinning right up to his cheeks. We were thrilled we could thus reconnect, Though we hadn’t known what to expect, But our mutual hugs (So much better than shrugs!) Had a perfect, delightful effect. Now we’ll spend a few days hanging out And I know, with no shred of a doubt, We’ll enjoy what we do And before we are through, We’ll forget we’d a Henry-less drought.