Henry In the City

We took Henry* on the subway, On the streets and on the bus And he got into the rhythm, Rarely kicking up a fuss. Just as long as we all boarded While the doors were open wide He marched in like a New Yorker, Taking all of it in stride. Though we’d planned on a museum (After seeing dad at work), He preferred to hang at home with us, An offer we’d not shirk. So we read and ate and danced and played And laughed and checked things out, A day we all enjoyed so much; Of that, there is no doubt. When in time we met with daddy For their railroad ride back home, We were filled with smiles and stories And the fodder for my poem. *my 4 year old grandson