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The Garbage Truck Redux

The garbage truck goes by; I flash To seven years ago. I’d lift my grandson up and then, His eager face a’glow… We’d step outside so he could watch The sanitation crew Dump everything recycled In the truck for it to chew. The men would wave and we would wait Until they drove away, A little part of our routine On babysitting day. These days, he barely notices When pick-up’s taking place, But I remember and it brings A smile to light my face.

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Date: 7/7/2021 6:05:00 PM
Kids grow up faster than we do...
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Date: 7/5/2021 8:56:00 PM
Well done, Ilene! Aren't memories wonderful!
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Date: 7/5/2021 2:04:00 PM
What sweet memories Ilene they grow up all too quickly, thanks for the smiles:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 7/5/2021 12:21:00 PM
nicely put, ilene ~ i remember the kids on my street when i was growing up all lining up to wave to the sanitation crew as they drove by and did their work... hats off to them!
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Date: 7/5/2021 11:05:00 AM
Ah, such a delightful verse, Ilene. Yes, they grow up and forget--or no longer appreciate--but we remember!!!
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Date: 7/5/2021 10:49:00 AM
Hello Ilene Bauer, this poem made me smile. Enjoy your day my friend.
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