Sand castles and cars, the dreams of a little boy
Smiles and laughter, playing with his favorite toys
An old wagon wheel, for a sandbox, the clock tick-tocks
Fleeting moments in time, they are yours and mine
This boy was in another place, another world
I was no longer there; that sandbox was his only care
A tear moistened my cheek, I knew that someday
He would come to me and say
"Grandpa, you can put my sandbox away now"
"I'm going with my friends, they live downtown."
With his hands in the sand, he had grown
And now, his favorite toy was a phone
No more would his laughter, fill the yard
This loss, would be hard
But this little boy, was growing into a man
Who many memories ago, played with toys in the sand...
Confusion...2013
By Bobby Vaughn,
Westfield