Oh, how you loved trains

When you were a little boy,

You grew so tall

But you never let that go,

Watches and trains,

Keeping track of time spent

Marking miles of life traveled

I think now it was all because of


He welcomed you

The little boy without a father

Into his world of trains and travels

Setting you tall in the window of the caboose

While he tended to his duties

With a watch in his hand

To be sure

The train would arrive on time,

And when the trip was made once more

You would be embraced and fed

By Aunt Jo

Who loved you both so well

She would listen intently

To the stories of all you had seen,

I never hear the tick of a watch

Or the rumble of a train

That I don’t pause to think of you,

The little boy who grew up

To be my dad…

Watches and trains

How you loved them so

Time and rails

Always moving on and letting go

suz ❤️


ellie894 December 21, 2018

5 thoughts on “watches and trains…

  1. Just in brief: why aren’t kindness and courage self-evident to people? It isn’t as tho the essence of masculine is mean and that of feminine nice. I had a very bad and irreligious therapist last summer who didn’t presuppose kindness as a value. It was excruciating for me. So primitive and, to my nature, alien. Surely, if everybody in society thought as this therapist thought, I would’ve been slaughtered many years ago…

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    1. I’m not sure why. I find kindness and courage both to be values. We would all do well to strive for them. And neither is bound by gender or anything else for that matter. I can’t imagine thinking otherwise.

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  2. I’m just not a fan of that kind of “talk therapy,” I guess. I’ve read some weird opinions on the SZ forum, too, about how “therapy” is supposed to be unpleasant — like reaching down your throat to pull out your gonads. Dice up your heart. Puke. I want to be done with that nonsense.

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