After being hidden in heavy brush behind our Farm, a patch of color caught my eye up ahead, what is that I said? A lightning strike caused the fire that destroyed our valuables, including our prized photographs, with their treasured memories, how we wept, down on our knees. There it was, the little Red Wagon that we bought for our first son, with it, his heart we won, now just a bunch of rust, a mosquito laden patch of water at the rear. I sat down by a willow tree, weeping, and, musing of having my boy on my knee, soon, my head began to swoon, and, I fell asleep that afternoon.
I heard a voice call my name, it was my son with a bunch of children, taking turns riding in the Red Wagon, I gasped, for my boy had passed away, due to an accident that my wife, and I blame each other for, to this day. Please daddy my son said; I am in a better place, you , and mom forgive each other, I love you both for giving me life, this dream was sent to end your strife.
