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Cars, trains and planes
travel ‘cross my floor,
sharing imaginary roads
with thunderously loud roars.

Vroom! Zoom! Boom!
“Did you see that?” he exclaims,
“It’s your turn now, Grandma,
See if you can do the same.”

So I take these creaky knees
and inflexible old back,
crawl ’round on all fours–
I can do it, as matter of fact!
and give the cars a spin.

The pleasure that I find
is neither playing nor racing cars,
but in the twinkle of his eyes
and the love within his heart.