Sunday, 6 February 2011

A Poem - My Boy and His Toys

Badger and his smooth white label
Florrie, especially her arm
The little green Eddie Stobbart Lorry 
Things that matched
Becoming blocks that matched
Becoming constructions of blocks that matched
And stikle-bricks too
A clever little tower
Split in half by you
Making 2 little ones
Always two by two
Suddenly stopping
I miss those towers
Dragons, Dragons, Dinosaurs
Little figures
The Dragon stretched
He was a stretchy Dragon
So loved by you
Poor Dragon, hollow and legless
But you saw the potential
And I love that Dragon too

1 comment:

  1. So awesome!! I totally get this, reminds me of our Rowan..Great job, hope you write some more poems...