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
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