I saw a child break free from her mother's grip
It was midday in the midst of a busy town
I heard the tires screech and saw the young one trip
Her mother let out an agonizing wail
He sprung to his feet and crossed the road
And was just across the street
He held his arm close by
Motioned for the cars to wait a while
And walked so slow you'd think t'was his style
The town stood still
And watched in awe
As a little boy's patience
And his little minds resilience
Held a grandpa's hand until they crossed the street
He might have cried as they parted bye
But all in attendance like grandy
Were happy
For  the little gesture with grand significance 
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