Snowy Memories

It's been on my mind lately,

I've been missing the days when we were all younger.

We've all been waiting patiently.

The big day's in a month, you're supposed to be there;

We've lost too much already, losing you too, is too much.

We were kids, you were the stern Grandfather that didn't play much,

though one time you did play, was in Winter.

Your old sled, with a rope on the end,

a frozen pond, and a deep snow bank; two exited kinder.

You'd sit us on that sled, and start running,

around in circles we'd spin across the ice, laughing away.

You'd glance back ever so often; then pick a direction.

Running straight toward the pond's edge, plunging us into the snow bank.