Imagination

A toy car for his birthday - That fancy gift with battery, And at age four, I must say He had his mother's curiosity. For a whole day it ran around And held his short-lived attention, He was intrigued by the motor sound, Blinking lights from that contraption. After the laundry had been done I noticed foreboding quiet reign I checked, quite alarmed, on my little man There he has torn apart his toy... again. Perhaps like any ordinary mother I would let anger take the better me But my son made me smile with his answer 'Mom, the tiny driver I wanted to see.' Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello March 28,2013