He stood on the corner waiting,
for the light to flash its cue.
He wore a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt,
his hands worn and tired with age.
A twitch formed in his left hand.
A laugh formed on his lips.
And when the light changed he stayed and waited.
Until out of nowhere a small child raced across the street.
"Grandpa!"
His sweatshirt matched.
And my heart was happy.