My child is playing on the floor,
A war is raging on;
I walk across absorbed in thought-
A toy is tread upon!
I kneel, pick up the injured one,
I look into his face;
'The thing is gone,' I tell my son,
A father's warm embrace.
He gently takes the pieces back,
His little friend lies dead;
He turns away and quietly sobs,
Sad tears are freely shed.
But what a child once held so dear
Won't just be thrown away;
On crowded shelf he's gently placed,
'Now this is where you'll stay.'
He tells the toys assembled there,
Poor victims from the past,
'I bring another friend t`day,
This mission was his last'
Strange how oft such love is borne
For ones that can't repay;
Old friends of mine still come to mind
Many a charming day.......
Author notes
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Azgar
A contest entry
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WOWOWOWOWOWOW!
this is so great!
this is such greeaaatt amazing work !!
this is beautiful...im speechless...i dno what else to say
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Everything that the person below has said.
Such a sad write...
Oh so true. People see nothing these days but themsleves. I have come to realize that this is true for me too...even If I do consider myself to be a relatively good person.
Depressing.
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Adorable
The pure innocence of a child can open your eyes to how selfish this world has become.
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Damned! This was so beautifully written. You showered so much love in this piece. Your son showering love on his toys. What a delight to read, and your flow, rhythm, and rhyme were all just so perfect. There was a sense of peace and tranquility given here even though you said there was war raging outside. Your home was a sanctuary away from it. Great work, my friend.
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Old fashioned or not....
I love this poem. Sometimes a toy (a dear childhood friend) brings up memories from the past. You did a marvelous job here. A very creative take on the prompt. Well done.
Anna.
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A wonderful poem. You write beautifully. Good luck with contesst
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! This is beautiful. Your work is simple and elegant; approachable by everyone.
"Strange how oft such love is borne
For ones that can't repay;
Old friends of mine still come to mind
Many a charming day......."
A stunning development. I found this to be exquisite.
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thank you
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I am new here, but my style of writing is a bit old and I'm very happy that you like my poems ^__^
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Poor toy! All parents should keep a tube of super-glue handy for just such occasions … but all things have their time and place and perhaps consigning the broken ones to the shelf is all part of moving on and growing up. Nice rhythm and rhyme once again. I feel as if I have read some of your poems before, although you appear to be new to the site.
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