The poem I listened to was 'Cotton Candy". I like this because it was so specific on what he did with his grandfather on that last walk. he talked about what he saw, felt, and tasted. It really helped me to picture in my mind what it was like with his grandfather.

My baby bro

The baby babbled and bawled,

broke the bottle, binky and book.

 He tussled with toys, toes, and tummy's,

now teething, throwing, and tossing.

Getting more messy, muddy,

and crying for mommy.

 we scrubed, splashed, and soaked with suds,

then rinse and dry with a rag.

 And off to the chair of rocking.

we rock, rock, rock, this is getting boring,

Whats that? Nothing,

you can only hear him snoring.