Everything is a toy to you when you are not quite four.
This light is meant to show the key the way to unlock the door
When it's dark at night and shadowy, and you're inclined to fumble
And maybe, a coming storm is on its way with a flash and rumble.
But for Max this is a toy, designed to make red noses.
Yes, when you're only not-quite-four everything comes up roses!
When Jake was at the Supermarket looking round the place,
A certain grey-haired lady started gazing at his face.
Along each aisle he met her; he'd look-up, she'd be there.
She was such a dear old lady, with her curly silver hair.
If he paused beside the frozen peas, he'd find her at his side,
And, by the bread, he noticed how she mopped her eyes and cried.
Her gaze seemed fixed upon him in a way that was intense.
And Jake felt quite uncomfortable; it didn't make much sense.
Suddenly, she clutched his arm and began to whisper low,
'I must tell you why I look at you; I feel you ought to know.
You remind me of my son, you see. He died quite recently.
He was the apple of my eye and meant so much to me.'
Jake felt so very sorry that he listened for a while,
Although the other shoppers found them blocking up the aisle.
'I've got to catch my bus now' the little old lady said,
' But you've made me feel much better about my son who's dead.
One more thing, would thrill me, though, if you felt that you could do it;
As I'm heading for the exit, you know, just as I get to it,
Could you call out 'Goodbye, Mum!' just as he used to do?
It would make me feel so happy to hear those words from you.'
Jake said that he would call out in the way that she recalled,
And he watched her reach the exit and 'Goodbye Mum!' he called.
Then he took up his one purchase and joined the line to pay,
Knowing that he'd only spent the minimum that day.
Imagine his surprise when 'Fifty Dollars!' was the bill!
He very quickly questioned the young man behind the till.
' There's only one item here for you' he heard the assistant say;
'All the rest is for your Mother!
She said you'd be glad to pay!'
Ha Ha Ha! oh my gosh I was so swept up in the lovely sadness of it all & then you made me laugh...
& how nice it must be to be four!
Oh I love it! The little one and his curiosity..so cute.
The second poem- you really had me going...I was ready for boo-hoos and then Wham! she got him... you took my emotions for a ride with this one. :~)
Love the pic, so cute. Your story made me laugh..you got me good!
Yeah, that light would make a great red nose, wouldn't it?
LOL, LOL, LOL!
What a scheming old, curly silver-haired lady. I can imagine how taken aback Jake should be.
And with X-mas coming up I could only thiink Max looks like Rudolph.
Such heartening poems!!! Lovely...:)
Haha. Love this shot!
My RUBY links:
Moms... Check Nyo
I love your post. LOL.
Such a witty (and with the red nose, so apt) poem! Enjoyed the second one immensely too! Really enjoy visiting your blog.
I liked both poems BUT the second one sure ended with a surprise! What a crafty little old lady she was! :)
Such an angelic face has Max - and would not
terrorize anyone else's face with that spot light!
In one household I know, it is the cat that is the
My Ruby post."Christmas Town"
and thanks for your nice comments!
Cute story and post. Love the cute boy with the red nose.
Max has the cute and whimsical look of an imaginative and inventive little boy. His rosy nose and cheeks just highlight his adorable look...
Potluck week 12 awards/treats, Enjoy
Thank you a ton for the lovely contribution!
See you next time!
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