Where Is Thumbkin
To entertain Henry,
My husband and I
Tapped into our brains
Where the memories lie.
That eensyish spider,
The wheels on the bus
And where, oh, where's Thumbkin?
Came straight back to us.
That's only a sample;
We sang dozens more
To our sweet smiling grandson
We clearly adore.
But what was amazing
Was watching his face.
He wasn't impatient,
Not even a trace.
He listened and focused
On song after song
And even appeared like
He followed along.
At five months of age,
There's so much to learn yet.
I'm happy those songs
We could never forget.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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