Little Sylvia
Little Sylvia was feeling vexed today.
It was raining outside
And she wanted to play.
Her toys, all worn and old,
Did not amuse her…
Or so I’m told.
Poor child , she was bored…
“I’ve nothing to do!!”
Wee Sylvia roared.
Always ripe with imagination,
A thought occurred…
“I need a vacation!”
Putting rubbers on her feet,
She grabbed an umbrella
And headed down the street.
Outside it was wet and gray.
Sidewalks were empty,
Sylvia went on her way.
Puddles were fun, for a while
But Sylvia realized
She’d hiked nearly a mile.
Now it was getting on to noon.
Stomach growling…
Lunchtime approached very soon.
So Sylvia turned herself for home
The adventure was over…
Gone was her urge to roam.
Into the house and wiping her feet,
She shouted out,
“Hey Mom… what’s there to eat?”
Sylvia, was wet and dripping on the rug,..
Her Mother bent close
Offering a warm, loving hug.
“Let’s take care of your empty belly…”
Off to the kitchen
For peanut butter and jelly.”
Syl ate her sandwich, so tasty…
And thought her plan, earlier,
Might have been a bit hasty.
With jam still smeared across her face,
Sylvia smiled with an awareness:
Home would always be the very best place.
Stash 10/28/21