Shorter poetry this week

This one is more about the effort than the result.

Park rhyme

We went to see Grandma and Grandpa
At their house
Thomas in his car seat was as quiet
As a mouse
Grandma held Thomas. She doesn’t like
To share him
She kissed him and he giggled. Nothing
Could scare him
We visited and decided to
Walk the park
We went around four times until the
Sky grew dark
We rushed to load Thomas in the car
To drive back
On the road rain was falling and the
Sky turned black
We drove through sheets of rain, bad drivers
And lightning
If Thomas didn’t sleep, it might have
Been frightening
But he slept and we made it back home
Mostly dry
Today Thomas was brave, he didn’t
Even cry