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The Red Sleigh

Oh Great Grandpa,

If only you can see what I can,

I doubt you would ever have imagined.

All the children, the generations that came after you,

 loved the magical Red Sleigh.

Your grandchildren laughing and giggling

Playing out in the snow.

Tucked in bed every night, dreams were of playing with the magical sleigh.  Your magical sleigh.

Truly it was the best part of the day! 

To be able to ride in a beautiful red magical sleigh,

In a young child’s imagination, it was almost like 

riding in almost like Santa’s!

If I could have just one more wish, one more day to play 

as a child, laughing in the snow, my wish  is clear as day.

I wish to ride one more time in Great- Grandpa’s Red Sleigh.

To laugh as a care-free child, giggling and enjoying a magical day.

A Magical day in Great Grandpa’s  Red Sleigh.

While you may be gone, the history of the sleigh is never forgotten.

I stare out the window looking for a distraction.

My mind goes blank-what just happened?

Why do I feel this way? I cannot decide.

Tell me what happened, there’s a void in my mind.

This is not life, will it ever begin?

Heartache and pain, misery and sadness.

Deep blue tumbling waves.

Twisting and turning,

Lost and Confused,

Why can’t I stop?

Reaching out, grasping for your hand.

Is it there, or just a memory?

Why can’t I see you?

Falling faster, I reach for a life line,