Sandra Haight Poet Quatrain

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

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Winged Warrior December 15, 2016 at 5:08 PM Congrats!!! Sandra...children precious jewels of the Earth...we will always remember them as children...no matter how old...god bless...^WW^

Joanna Daniel December 9, 2016 at 12:10 AM Yeah, children and grandchildren grow up so fast, don't they?? Well written:) Sandra Haight December 10, 2016 at 3:19 PM Yes, for sure they do, Jo. Thanks for the nice comment. Hugs, Sandra

Alexis Y. December 8, 2016 at 9:45 AM Hi Sandra, I enjoyed your take on the contest theme. I found this write to be very sentimental. They grow up so fast. I wish you the best of in the contest. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis Sandra Haight December 8, 2016 at 7:22 PM Thank you so much, Alexis, for your uplifting comments and wonderful rating. Yes, those years just fly by, don't they! Hugs, Sandra

Chris Green December 8, 2016 at 9:40 AM This was beautiful Sandra and the memories this brings back. My father kept all of our Christmas items, train included beneath the basement stairs. I could picture that area as I read your poem today. Good luck in the contest Sandra Haight December 8, 2016 at 7:21 PM Thank you, Chris, for your lovely comments. I am pleased that you can identify with my feelings! And yes, these trains were stored under the stairs too! Sandra