In an Alternate World
In an alternate world I remembered to start a load of laundry before we left the house.
I remembered to pack your favorite CD to listen to in the car, and our bag was full of nutritious, delicious snacks in convenient containers.
In an alternate world I found a good parking spot, and we didn’t have to trudge quite so far through the cold rain.
We arrived at the train museum on time, just as the doors were opening for the day, instead of an hour late, as usual.
You wouldn’t have hopped up and down when we turned the corner and saw your favorite train with the bright red wheels.
In an alternate world, maybe you wouldn’t have held my hand on the stairs, even though you outgrew the need long ago.
You wouldn’t have knelt so intently in front of the toy trains, your small tongue poking out in concentration as you wheeled the tiny caboose up and down the hills.
This post can also be seen at Seasonal Celebration Sunday.