Carefully, the yellowing paper I folded and bent,
While he watched eagerly, with mounting excitement
From the deep recesses of memory, instructions I dug,
Till finally for my efforts, I was rewarded with a hug.
Holding it aloft, he let out a triumphant yell
& ran into the open, where a torrent of rain fell.
Down our little lane, with speed increasing evermore,
Flowed water into a swirling pond, right at our front door.
To this he sped, sans umbrella or rain coat
& like a grim sea captain, set sail his boat.
How well a bit of paper can keep him enthralled..
Watching him, rainy days long-forgotten I recalled.
Boat races, water fights, loud squeals of joy,
Damp clothes, drenched hair & a salvaged bedraggled toy.
Buried incidents, all those long years of fun…
I can see them all clearly, when I look at my son.
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