Little Red Car Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Growing up in a family of nine siblings, there was no such thing as a new toy, especially something as nice as a toy car. We lived in the country and because my father developed heart disease at a young age and could not work, we were very poor. During Christmas, we shared little gifts that mom made and once in a while some store bought candy.

Then one Christmas the church down the road brought us some used toys collected for poor needy families. Man, did we ever feel rich that Christmas when they unloaded collected clothes, food and that little red car!

Since there were so many children and only one little red car, we all shared as best we could.

The poem is just a glimpse into one of my fond childhood memories. I thank God for what I didn’t have back then for it has helped me to appreciate what I do have today.

I hope you enjoy, Loyd