Yellow ones, red ones, blue and green…
No matter what room I go to, those little blocks are seen.
Tucked underneath the couch, & near our cat’s litter
box,
Hiding between the covers & near where my husband throws
his socks!
As I crouch down on the floor, retrieving cat toys under the
TV,
Pet hair, cords & cat toys & Legos are what I see!
As I tidy up the living room, moving papers here &
there,
I find blocks that snap together, spreading colors
everywhere.
There are guns to shoot the zombies & rifles 2 feet
long.
The builder of these masterpieces, makes them very strong.
Oh the robots & the weapons, made for battles of that
day,
Are the evidence of a happy child, who came to see us &
to play.
As I pick up all the Legos, that have somehow missed their
box,
I’m reminded of a sweet little boy & the way he plays
& talks.
“Get the zombies, Grandpa! Run! We have to hide!”
“Oh no, they just got Grandma! Now she’s a zombie & she
died!”
There’s an awesome little boy, 4 years old with an
infectious grin.
Each time I’m finding Legos, I’m reminded he was here again!
(Dedicated to my awesome, Lego-loving grandson)
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