For Gwyn
My granddaughter came to visit
While I was away at “work.”
She walked back to the playroom
To see if Bampy was there,
Silent, looking, picking up
A toy box to see if
I was under it, hiding.
She went to the kitchen where
She opened the Sam’s Club case
Of potato chips, peering
Inside, her three-year old brain
Believing I might just be
In the slightest of places.
That I might jump out and roar
Like a dinosaur—I was
Gone with friends to read stories,
But she “knew” something that we
Had long ago forgotten.
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