Magpie Tales, #44 - A Sudden End - December 12, 2010

Magpie Tales, #44 - A Sudden End - December 12, 2010

We drove through miles of falling snow,

Then saw the house so filled with light,

Its windows shone with Christmas glow,

A welcoming beacon in the night.

"There's grandma's house", I whispered,

Gently shaking Jason next to me,

He woke up in an instant,

And gave a shriek of joyous glee.

Before we reached the bottom step,

My mother waited, with smiling face,

Jason raced up snowy stairs,

And dove into her warm embrace.

After breakfast, we climbed the stairs,

To the attic, in hopes we'd find,

Treasures a ten-year-old would think,

Were of the most wondrous kind.

Jason thrilled to Grandpa's trunk,

With army uniforms and such,

And the wooden city that he'd carved,

Seemed to please him very much.

After exploring for awhile,

Jason spotted something overhead,

There, hanging sadly on the wall,

Was my father's trusty sled.

We took it down, with utmost care,

And deemed it fit for a hillside run,

Jason could barely contain himself,

He knew he was in for a day of fun.

And fun he had sledding on that hill,

Even climbing back till he reached the top,

He kept it up, at a dizzying pace,

Until his Grandma made him stop.

He paused for lunch, hot chicken soup,

An enforced rest, then he was out the door!

No matter what his Grandma said,

He wasn't tired, he wanted more!!

As the sunset colors filled the sky,

We laid down the law, time to stop,

Jason came, took off his things,

And sat on the couch with a surly plop.

I went outside, in the brisk cold air,

And saw the sled, calling out to me,

I felt the pull of the snowy hill,

And wanted the feel of flying free.

I pulled the sled to a starting place,

Gave a running jump and fell on top,

With total humiliation, of course,

All I really did was drop.

Benearth me, in a splintered pile,

Lay my father's sled, like pick up sticks,

My ample frame had done it in,

Leaving not enough to even fix.

I made a furtive drive to town,

My face as red as it could be,

The toy store still had sleds in stock,

For my father's sled was history.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright (c) Carmen Henesy

December 12, 2010

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