Little brother’s beloved sandpit
lay at the front of the house
by his sisters’ playhouse.
But as they grew older, found
other pastimes they kept him
company there less and less.
Mum and Dad agreed to move the
sandpit round the back in sight of
kitchen and living room windows.
One Sunday afternoon they pulled
up the trailer beside the sandpit,
shovelled the sand into it while
little brother, distraught, howled
He could not understand at two
years old when they said they
were moving it round the back.
When they put its frame on the
trailer he sobbed, begged them “Don’t !”
When they piled sand pit toys on
top he was speechless, bereft.
Dad pulled the trailer away
Mum followed with spades
holding little brother’s hand.
Round the back toys were
unloaded, the frame set in place
sand shovelled in, toys replaced.
Little brother’s nose and face were
mopped yet again for one last time.
Then he gazed ecstatically, and
with shrieks of joy began
digging in the wonderful sandpit.