Saturday, May 13, 2017

Finding Legos

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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