Buried beneath tools
in a cluttered garage,
lies a childhood sled,
hidden from view.

Twenty-five years since
it was actively used,
our lively five-year-old
set on having fun.

Today the same sled
saw the light of day,
as I tugged and drug
it from beyond its lair.

Our five-year-old grandson,
set on having fun, sledded
the snowed hill our
daughter had done.

Hard to imagine
in a techno world,
an old-fashioned toy
would be more fun!