When my son was learning how to walk,
He had a riding toy
To scoot along on with his feet,
Just perfect for a boy.
It had a steering wheel and horn
That he would press and toot,
Two little squeeze construction men,
A spade and rake to boot.
A plastic handle on the back
Helped balance as he moved.
I see him pushing it along
As walking skills improved.
That boy is 41 years old
And in my throat’s a lump,
Because today that riding toy
Got taken to the dump.
I took a picture just before
I finally let it go.
The memories remain but now
There’s one less thing to stow.
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