The garbage truck goes by; I flash
To seven years ago.
I’d lift my grandson up and then,
His eager face a’glow…
We’d step outside so he could watch
The sanitation crew
Dump everything recycled
In the truck for it to chew.
The men would wave and we would wait
Until they drove away,
A little part of our routine
On babysitting day.
These days he barely notices
When pick-up’s taking place,
But I remember and it brings
A smile to light my face.
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