When Grandpa took out the trash,
The lid fell off as he went out the door.
Upset, Caleb tried to bring it to him,
But it was dark and cold and I stopped him.
And so he stood, waiting for Grandpa’s return.
After some minutes, he realized he was thirsty,
And when Grandpa returned, mid-swallow,
He ran to him and lifted the lid,
Eager to contribute, wanting to serve,
In whatever way a newly-two can do.
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