Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie

by Addy Robinson McCulloch

Each night I watch him make his rounds.
He stops to ask after the Rader twins
and Mrs. Rader offers him a cup of tea,
worries over his threadbare sweater,
his stiff knees. Mr. Sheffield
(two daughters in high school)
greets Willie with the same old line:
All OK here, thank you.

When Willie crosses the street,
the Baker boys run outside screaming,
their Labrador trailing behind.
Together they run around in circles,
then land in one great, giggling pile.
Willie gets up, brushes off dog hair
and dirt, waves good night with a smile.

Each night I watch him make his rounds,
watch him as he knocks
at every door but mine.

-refers from the word boys in Elizabeth Stelling’s poem History Pickets for Sorrowing Growth

  1. Great poem and surprising ending! Thank you!

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