The Day the Magic Died
On a dark and blustery day my granddaughter
asked
“Grandpa where is the car parked?”
“I think in a distant galaxy far far away.”
“That’s just silly, where is it really?”
I think the day the magic died was
the day silliness was in question,
no more monsters in the closet,
no more night lights,
soon no more bedtime stories.
Tentatively I asked,
“When you
are a teenager will you have time for me?”
“Don’t be silly grandpa, that depends on what my
friends are doing.”
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