Every figurine had its place
It didn't matter if it rained outside
I would place my toys in perfect sets
In the drama that would soon begin
One day My Little Pony
Would gallop through the desert patio
And the next day my stuffed friends
Would huddle under my bed in a cave
Some days I was beyond lucky
When my mother would pack for the beach
And I would build a world of tunnels
For my plastic dinosaurs to live
Now I watch my cousin play
With my dusty, forgotten toys
Who haven't seen the light of day
In years I can't seem to count
And I realize as I watch
That it matters now if it rains
There's not much to do inside or out
When you're caught between child and adult
She wants me to play with her
But I have forgotten how
Imagination has gone out the back door
To play by itself on the patio
Author notes
Disney left me, that original imagination left me only to be replaced by those things that make a young-adult.
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Thanks For entering Irish Love This is a wonderful little poem about Childhood. I wish you the best of luck in my contest. Congrats on the Gold
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Absolutely fantastic!
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Has a nice evocative quality of lost childhood. Over here, it'd probably be A.A. Milne rather than Disney. Good work. Only in stanza five, your should be you're. Best Wishes.
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