In the heart of a town where dreams take flight,
A carousel once turned, gleaming colors so bright.
Children’s laughter and music filled the air,
A joyous memory of a time without care.
Genevieve’s soul danced there, a child full of glee,
Her eyes sparkled with wild curiosity.
The horses and chariots in the vibrant array,
Invited her heart to a magical ballet.
But years took their toll, and the town moved along,
The carousel silenced; its beauty was gone.
Its absence left an emptiness, a profound longing,
It left her searching about,
And ever so quickly…
A piece of Genevieve’s heart could no longer be found.
Now, a dream has awakened, a whisper of the past,
A call to bring back the joy that will forever last.
The town stirs with a memory, a hope to renew,
A carousel’s return, a dream to pursue.
For Genevieve’s wish, it’s more than a ride;
it’s a symbol of childhood, a love that won’t hide.
With the return of the carousel and the glitter of its charm,
A piece of her heart will return unharmed.
So let’s return her ride to her own center stage,
Rekindle the magic, and turn a new page.
The dream of the carousel’s not just for a child;
It’s a symbol of hope, untamed and wild.
May the dream of the carousel fill our hearts anew,
A joyous return for the old and the young too.
A tribute to Genevieve for a wish come true,
It is a carousel song,
It’s her love that her Daddy must pursue.
May your Dream come true, my beautiful daughter; I love you.
-Mike Robinson